I had heard different stories about
family in the class. And truly, everyone has their own unique experiences with
their family, most particularly their dramas and dilemmas in life. Many had
pushed me to share something about my family, and unfortunately, I didn’t get
the chance to speak out for myself. I really get too emotional with regards to
my family and I don’t want people to see how weak I can be when it comes to
family matters. And I will take this chance to at least express my view in why
my mom is special and extravagantly extraordinary.
It can be defined in different ways. Everyone
is going to say the most obvious things like her cooking, cleaning and how she
understands everything. Well, that is great, but what difference did I saw from
their mom and mine? Probably, my mom is a mom to everyone. She always gives
someone a chance. My friends love and confide in her for advice. She's the kind
of mother who you can walk downtown with and not be embarrassed. My mother is
always getting calls from my friends wanting to know if they can come over and
hang out. My mom has taken me to my first concerts, supported my wildest dreams
and she's my best friend, (even if she doesn’t know it.) Best friend in a sort
of she knows everything, because she reads my diary without asking. We have the
kind of relationship that I can say "I love you" and not have her
ask, "And what do you want?" I can crank the music up in the house,
and she will rock out with me. We hardly ever fight, only in some circumstances
and we share each others clothes. Yes, she is beautiful, a great cleaner and
an awesome cook, but I know no one can say they have a mom like mine. She
taught us how to pray, how to love one another, how to establish good
relationship with others and how to be humble in every circumstance. She is my
best friend, mother, adviser, protector, manager, and most of all, a faithful
servant of the Lord.
Mothers are the precious treasure
troves which remain an important part of one's life even after they lose
contact with her. There are times you just sit back and think about the times
you learn from your mother, or suddenly after tasting a dish you prepared, you
think of how your mother used to prepare it. These are some precious moments
which you are reminded about incessantly even after many years. Such
reflections never fail to bring a smile on my face. Mothers are such, they
become a part of your psyche, as cherished memories. The reflections I had are
usually nothing but the reasons for me to thank her and for you as a reader, to
value her, love her, appreciate her, praise her and give her more than what she
deserves. I love you Mama, Perlita C. Naron. :)
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