There was a time when I was fifteen when I thought I knew everything. At that age, I thought I was old enough to do anything I want which made me feel mad with my parents when they restrict me with things.
I remember writing my mother a letter. I don’t know the exact reason why. Maybe she would remember it more than I do, but what I remember was I keep on saying that I’m already fifteen and that I’m old enough to do this and that. And that she should give me more freedom, etc. I gave her that letter before I went to school.
And all through out that day, I kept on thinking what would happen when she read it. When I get home, would I get scolded again? When I recall those days, I can’t help but laugh at myself. I wonder if I would encounter the same thing with my future daughter.
Me and my mother had a lot of ups and downs. I can’t really describe my relationship with her as super close, unlike some of my friends who does. I think Kuya Mako can express his feelings with her better than I do. But when I tell her things, she listens very well and gives great advices whether it’d be regarding career, love life or friends.
During my teenager phase, she’s more strict than my father. I find it odd that time because father’s tend to be too hard on their daughters, right? But in my case, it was different. I never understood why back then but knowing what I’ve become, I wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t for her. She guided me all through out my boyfriend phases. I did some mistakes but she was there all the way.
Sometimes I get annoyed when she always asks me my regimen about my skin because I get pimples most of the time. Because no matter what I use, pimples just pop out of nowhere. Thankfully, I don’t get it often compared before. But recently, she gets too worried about the heels that I’ve been buying. She always asks me if I could still walk or if it’s comfortable. But I think that she’s only doing that because moms always want their daughters looking pretty. Right? Because I’m gonna do that when I get a daughter of my own someday.
I also remember when I was a kid and she was almost away all the time. I’m so used to her going out of the country that I don’t cry anymore when she leaves. But when she’s away, I ask my father every single day on when she’s coming back. When my father left with her when they both worked for Afghanistan, that’s the only time I cried. And I thought that maybe she had a feeling that we only cried because my father left but it wasn’t that way. Me and my brothers are going to live without our parents for the whole six months and it wouldn’t be the same without both of them. #firstworldproblem Those two years of independence, of being away with our parents, made us more closer with them when they got back here for good.
No one can argue with me when I say that she’s a great role model. From having an amazing career that took her to places, and that made her help her brothers and sisters to finishing college, and for raising me and my two brothers well. And of course, for being a great wife to my father.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ina. Thank you for raising us well. Thank you for providing us with everything and for being the best mother, of course. I hope you continue to be an inspiration to others. We love you so much!