Who is the one staying at home to do the laundry and wash the dishes while you're out having an adventure? Who is the one that picked you up when you fell? Who is the one that went through 9-10 months of pain and suffering just to bring you into this world? That person is your mother.
Having
to take care of my father and myself made me realise how important my
mother is in the family and in my life. While she went for a vacation
for a month or so, i got the opportunity to be in-charge for the
period of time-or in another words, an opportunity to be in her
shoes. Mothers support certain illustrations about their children, and
one of my illusions was that that i liked who i was, because she did.
While she was gone, i feel like the whole house is just so quiet,
cold and empty. Maybe it was because she wasn't here physically in the
house to take up the space resulting in emptiness, or maybe it was
due to the absence of her nagging leading to the silence. But no, it
was not literal. Having the role of a housekeeper for the time-being,
i had to wash the dishes, do the laundry, cook meals, do house chores
in general. Looking at my wrinkled hands and wiping the sweat off my
face made me understand the complaints my mother made when she was
around. Back at home, when she was just about to speak i would just
shut my ears with the mindset 'oh, here it goes again', regardless of
whether it was advise, scoldings or questions. But i found out this
strange things about mothers; when your mother asks you if you want a
piece of advice, its a mere formality. It doesn't matter whether you
say yes or no, you're gonna get it anyway.
As
mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. We come
like a meal from McDonald's-me being the ingredients while my mother
is the bread holding me together. Without the bread, the ingredients
will just drop out, likewise, without my mother, i would just fall
apart. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and
true. She is my blood, keeping me alive and making sure it runs rich
and strong. She is the beating of my heart. Even if your
boyfriend/girlfriend or your friends leave you, she will stand tall
next to you to support you and catch you when you fall.
There
was once at a restaurant where i caught a glimpse of the table across
me. It was a family of 3 dining there. There are two main things
happening, one is the father slurping his noodles away and the other
is the mother feeding her son. This scenario accurately and perfectly
depicts the role and character of each family member. The father
paying the bill, shows the responsibilities he has to take, like
working hard to earn enough income for the family to spend and use.
So, the father is like the bank of the family. The mother feeding the
child regardless of her hunger shows the sacrifice and love she has
for the family. For she cares about her family and the sacrifice she
is willing to make shows the role of the mother being a policeman and
a counsellor.
Cherish
the ones you love while you still can. Say it before its too late,
speak now or forever wont. Have you ever lost someone you love and
wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time
you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can
go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one
you wish you had back.
