My mother had me when she was 16. Although I did not grow up with her around, I know she's fair because she wants to provide me the best of everything. I rejoined her when I was a teenager. It was a tough year with various kinds of adjustments, periodical clashes and brawls.
We have been through heaven and hell but we made it through. We have a different kind of relationship; the kind of bond that you can expect from a mother and a daughter with a 16 year age gap.
We are not the hugging-kissing-I-love-you type. For some reason I find it awkward to hug my mom and tell her I love her. The thought of it sends chills down my spine. I make my mom feel loved and special by integrating her in my life and treating her not just as the person who gave me life but as a comrade and confidant as well.
We lend belongings to each other from jewelries to books. We do things like shopping for clothes, movies, haircuts and occasional pampering together on our gratis time.
I also love to treat her to a sporadic hand massage I devised especially for her. I love to sooth the hands that fought numerous battles, labored different jobs, and wiped many tears and sweats to make me the person I am now.
My mom knows that I am a very autonomous person a as result of growing up devoid of both my parents. I also make it a point to ask her recommendation on matters important to me. Suggestions I don't always pursue but consider. It creates a sense of importance in her that I value her ideas. From fashion advise on my prom night, to the courses I ought to take when I entered university, to my recent decision to get married and move out of the country, I consulted my mother.
And every time she gives me her thoughts, I can see her eyes gleam, either from sadness or happiness, I can never be too sure. But one thing I am certain, I know my mother knows how grateful I am and that I love her with all my heart, even if I don't say it as often as I should.
Copyright © 2007 Katherine Whellams --- Philippines
For you mom....