My family went to Church on a Saturday night for the anticipated Mass, premeditating that on the Sunday, we’ll spend it wholly in the house. My family loves staying at home, watching the television together, playing chess, billiards, scrabble, etc., swimming, exercising, eating ice cream, cracking not so funny jokes, teasing, and bullying each other. Yes. Bullying each other. There are times that everything that mom will say will be boycotted and ignored for a second, she will threaten us, all of us will funny, then do the imperative she gave. Of course, that’s the rule. Other times, I am the target. I will be collaborated by everybody to shot. They will ridicule me, my face, my ideas and so forth. What a happy family :)
While hearing mass on that night, I was contemplating of how blessed I am to have my family, to have my mom especially. She’s the best girl I’ve ever encountered in my entire life. Perhaps every child will regard their mom as such, and I am one of the proud kids to say that my mom is the best. My mom is simply the best. Imagining how she was for nine months when she was carrying me in her womb, thinking of how she took care of me since day one, cogitating how she worked hard to give me the best of life, and all that, leads me to the affirmation that there’s no better woman in the world than her. I remember that there were nights that she would not sleep because I was sick. I had a poor health back then and she never left my side. She always believes in me. She was my first teacher. She supported and still supporting me in all my decisions, endeavors, and struggles. She’s my superhero, the non-fiction and authentic superhero, my kith. She’s a perfect example of faith and love. And if I would be someone, I undoubtedly wanted to be her.
Misunderstandings still occur though. There are things that I like, and she dislike and the other way around. There are conflicts of opinion sometimes which I think is inevitable to any existing relationship. There are times when she pry and I want privacy. There are times when I unintentionally hurt her or she unintentionally hurts me too. There are times that I do not understand her ways and think that she is over. Yet, will all of these, we grew and loved each other more. Though very ironic, that’s for real.
Since it’s mother’s day on the following day, the homily of the priest that night was about moms. He said that moms are very talkative creatures. They love to pry with their children’s whereabouts and almost all errands. Moms are like that because they care so much and when they stop being like that, they do not care anymore, said the priest. I concurred with the priest. Perhaps it’s the special talent of girls, specifically of moms. Boys were never like that, as far as I have observed. Indeed, women/moms are magnificent creatures of God. They were so lovable, cool, and different, which made them easy to love. As the priest ended his homily, “Even the ugliest daughter or son will be loved constantly and unconditionally by a mom.” A mom is like that. They love without condition, they love with all their selves, they love endlessly. Kudos to all moms.