It is just one of those days that a single person in our lives is celebrated for her life, her achievement, her sacrifice, her dedication for her children, her effortness to mould and nurture her offspring and last but not least it is for us to remember her even though she has passed on, or incapable of remembering who we are or is just left behind in an old folks' home somewhere becoming only a memory not a physical being.
I think as a mother myself, I feel that the emotional bond for the first 10 years (could be more) with our little ones is very strong. We educate them, we clothe them, we bathe them, we clean up after their poops (some dads would do it also), prepare their nutrition-balanced meals, kiss the pain on their knee or elbow injury away and snuggle with them during bed time just to keep them warm and secure.
Moms endure the most in any given situation. For as women, we are the emotional sponges, who just suck in all the sorrow, sadness, anger, happiness, excitement, worries, dissapointment and craziness that our young ones totally indulge themselves in. To the point that we ourselves have to seek emotional strength to be and act strong in front of them when we are down with our own problems.
For those working mothers out there, it must be really hard to leave our 2 month old babies behind (but good news for some, some states will implement the
90 days leave for moms), to start back on work. Imagine the feeling of not being able to see her newborn baby for 8 hours in a day.
But hey this is the sacrifice I am talking about. To surrender ourselves for another life that we had chose to bring into this world.
We got to cherish whatever time that we have with our little ones and not to spare them our anxiety and frustration at work or maybe other problems that might lurk behind us.
So this is what Mother's Day means to me. In fact it should not only be that one day in the month of May of which we should rejoice for our mothers. People have said it over and over again - Everyday should be Mother's Day!
Thus I would like to leave a little story to all:
I had a friend who was the most angriest, meanest and snobbish person at work. She would just scold and scold and there seems to be no trace of goodness in her at all.
Unfortunately one day I had to give her a lift back home as her car broke down at work. My gosh, that was the most frightening experience for me as she would just grumbled and grumbled over every single messages she had coming from her Blackberry. All I could do was to tuned up the radio to Light and Easy FM as I prayed and hoped the sentimental music could calm her down.
So we reached her decent double storey house after an antagonizing one hour drive through traffic madness in good-old KL (thanks a lot!). I think she mumbled something about asking me to go in, but it was somewhere between 'Come in', 'What kind of bloody report is that!',
*&%#@$%*&, and other stuff not worth mentioning here (as she was on the phone with a very unfortunate colleague).
I maintained a safe distance. Suddenly at one point she stopped, hang up her phone, touched ever so delicately on the roses beside her porch, and apparently I saw a little skip she made towards the front door.
A few seconds later, one, three, four oh my gosh six beautiful groomed happy children came running to the door. 'Mummy, mummy,' they shouted. 'Come and see what I made for you', one exclaimed. The eldest boy took her bag and she stopped to hug and kiss every single one of them. She went inside and closed the door (I think she did not invite me in-perasan nye), and from the window I took a peek.
What a transformation. From a mean sophisticated lady, to a mother of 6 energetic children of whom she handled with patience and smile. I could see that she was tired, and she was straining herself. But this was unbelievable. Something about her and what happened made me felt warm and inspired inside.
I did not get to talk to her after that as she was as busy as ever in the office. I left the company a year later. One day I received a call from her cell (I still have her number), and she apologised for leaving me outside the house after sending her off that day. Yikes, is this the same woman. I checked my phone. Yes it is.
We talked randomly and finally I asked her, why was she a different person all together after reaching her house.
She said in the sweetest tone ever, ' I work to live, but I live for my children. Every time I reach home, I will touch my roses and leave all my worries and anger with the roses I touched, and when I see my children, I greet them with the love they deserve. They don't need my crap from work. Especially when they do not see their mother for 10 hours every single day. I pray to God that I can be strong and energised every time I come back from work. My husband does the same. I hope you will do the same too.'
To all mothers, God bless you for your strength and your willingness to be strong for your children. Have a blessed day, every day...
A shoutout to my mum. Happy Mother's Day. I Love You!!!
That is my dream as well...
