(A recollection of memories. Dedicated to the most wonderful woman in the world!)
Finally! I am ready for a tell-all. This is the first of a series of stories about the woman I am so proud to be with - the woman who has been more than my partner, a love of my life, one I could not have lived without.
Finally! I am ready for a tell-all. This is the first of a series of stories about the woman I am so proud to be with - the woman who has been more than my partner, a love of my life, one I could not have lived without.
Yes, we have been together for a long time now and we have known each other for almost all my life. She is the only one who knows me inside out. She is my ultimate fan, my greatest supporter, my bestfriend (who could be my best enemy as well), my counselor, the wind beneath my wings, my greatest treasure.
She may be the face I can't forget, the trace of pleasure or regret, may be my treasure or the price I have to pay...
Kidnap me and she will be more than willing to be the ransom. During the hardest (think famine-like) moments of our lives, she would even give me the piece she's about to eat. Never mind that she is uncomfortable, hungry or tired - for her, I come in first. She is an epitome of selflessness.
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| teenager Mama |
She may be the song that summer sings, may be the chill that autumn brings, may be a hundred different things within the measure of a day...She may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven or a hell...
I still vividly remember the gloomy afternoon when she was called in for a conference with some authorities. I admit I had my share of being despicable. I tried to hide the truth from her, resulting to a much bigger trouble. I prepared for my banishment, for young as I was back then, I knew that was the most appropriate consequence of my action. I was ready to be punished. On the way home after the meeting, she did not utter a single reprimand, not a word as well. I thought I was saved. But, alas! What I saw hurt me more. She bore the punishment for me.
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| Just Married :-) |
She maybe the mirror of my dreams, the smile reflected in a stream, she may not be what she may seem inside her shell....
She nags. She shouts. She gets mad. Yes, she is human and imperfect. But that's only when she was forced to make me learn the hard way.
She who always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so proud, no one's allowed to see them when she cries...
She is always optimistic. She is always energetic. She has worked like there was no tomorrow. She is always grateful, whatever the circumstance may be. She cries. Yes, she cries, but only when (she believes) I am already asleep. No matter how hard things get, she never shows weakness - for she is the energizer that keeps me moving forward, the motivation that reminds me to always strive to be better, the inspiration that allows me to settle for less for as long as I am happy.
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| Career woman Mama |
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last, may come to me from shadows of the past that I'll remember till the day I die...
She taught me to face my fears, to be brave especially when I am alone. One midsummer night, she almost left me. She has been unconscious for at least a week's time and when she was brought back to life, she did not have any recollection of all that was past. She forgot even my name. I thought it was the end of us. I have given up and accepted defeat, but she fought back really hard to return so as not to break my heart.
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| Mama after stroke |
She maybe the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I'm alive, the one I'll care for through the rough and ready years...
Now, devoid of the strength that supported me through all my falls, she still manages to take care of me. I have grown - bigger and stronger than she ever could be at this point in her life - but I still am caught in moments when she stands taller, when she still provides the energy I need to go through this maze called life. How does she do it? Only she knows. Probably, only a great mother like her knows. I could only pray that I may be even as half as mighty as her...that I maybe her source of strength, too...that I may make her proud by being able to stand on my own.
[Though it was only lately that I have learned that she aspired to be a teacher, my heart leapt for joy knowing that I was able to realize that dream for her. I was thinking that maybe, secretly, she has prepared me for that decade of attempting to touch lives. Haha! She may get tired easily these days, and she may blame old age for her short-term memory (the stroke is the real culprit for Ma was as sharp as a tack), I will never ever get tired of teaching her the R's. Even if it takes us back to a-e-i-o-u's and 1-10 counting. I will always be the best of my teaching self to you, Ma.]
[Though it was only lately that I have learned that she aspired to be a teacher, my heart leapt for joy knowing that I was able to realize that dream for her. I was thinking that maybe, secretly, she has prepared me for that decade of attempting to touch lives. Haha! She may get tired easily these days, and she may blame old age for her short-term memory (the stroke is the real culprit for Ma was as sharp as a tack), I will never ever get tired of teaching her the R's. Even if it takes us back to a-e-i-o-u's and 1-10 counting. I will always be the best of my teaching self to you, Ma.]
I'll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs, for where she goes I've got to be, the meaning of my life is she...
So, world, hear ya, hear ya! Meet my mother, my Mama - the source of my powers, my kryptonite, the best giver, the best teacher, the love of my life...
Happy Mother's Day, Ma! Thank you for loving me more than I love myself. I love you!
P.S. Check out the link below. A must read mother story.
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