My mother’s day
It will be Mother’s day in a couple of weeks. It makes me think about my mom.
I have always been at odds with my mom. Maybe it is true what most experts say - that mothers and their relationships with their daughters become complex because they love each other so much. Mothers have great influence over their daughters and it is a fact that a casual comment can make even grown women cower in tears. I know my mother has that affect on me and my sisters. I guess being women, we look up to our mothers from the day we were born.
More than once I vowed not to be like my mom. I promised myself that when I get married and have kids I wouldnt be like my mom.
Now I am a mother myself and I see myself turning into my own mother. And it is not a bad thing. In retrospect, I realized that I wouldnt be like anyone else except her. Why? Because she has been a major part of my life for the past 31 years and her presence in it has not diminished - even if I have physically moved out of the old folks’ house. It is because of her that I am what I am now - well, a more enhanced version if I must say.
Here are some things I feel I have inherited from my mom:
- resilience
- patience
- ability to love unconditionally
- service
- resourcefulness
- strength
- unbreakable spirit
- flexibility
- obsessive compulsiveness
- courteousness
- willingness
There are a lot more I could list down if not for my lack of expertise in vocabulary. My only regret is that I did not inherit her strong sense of what’s right and the courage to stand up for it.
Oh I do have the courage to stand up for what I believe in. But sometimes, what I believe in may not always be right.
So you see, I did end up like my mom. But is that so bad?
I love you mom. Happy mother’s day!











8 Comments so far
I consider my daughters as my best friends. I know when to put on the hat as a mom or as a friend. I hope my daughters look back (just like you did) and remember everything I told them about life,
By noemi on 05.01.07 9:06 am | Permalink
hi Apple!
i agree. it’s when the moment we became mothers ourselves that we came to appreciate more and realize the sacrifices of our mothers for us.
advance happy Mothers to you!
By feng on 05.01.07 7:45 pm | Permalink
@Noemi
- I definitely see you being friends with your daughters. My mom is the same. I recall that we used to go out at night together and I think a lot of my “social” skills I got or learned from her.
Im sure your daughters will remember. Its obvious youre a great mom!
By ApplesH on 05.02.07 7:56 am | Permalink
@Feng
- Hey there! I totally agree. My mom used to tell me that when we were kids but I just shrugged it off and thought she was crazy. Now I admitted (to her) that I was wrong and that I feel now what she felt before raising us kids (who were in turn giving her a hard time as kids do).
By ApplesH on 05.02.07 7:58 am | Permalink
Like what Feng said, I learned to appreciate my mom more when I had my son. I love my mom very much. I admire her patience, kindness, nurturing attitude and determination. I wish I could be at least half of the woman she is.
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