Mothers' Day Specials

Essay naman ng konte... Hehehe... For the Mothers' Day... ATLAS of MY WORLD
By: Blue Striker

“She broke the bread into two fragments and gave it to her children, who ate with eagerness. ‘She hath kepth none for herself’,” grumbled the sergeant.
“Because she is not hungry,“ said the soldier.
“’No’, said the sergeant, ‘because she is a mother’”
- written by Victor Hugo

That is how great a mother is… She’ll do anything for her children… for her family… She’ll shed even her last tear…
I remember a time, or should I say the times wherein I asked my mother to wake me by 11:00 pm so I could study my accounting lessons for the next day. Although she had to wake up early (about 4:00 am) to go to work, she did not hesitate to give me answers like “OKEY”, “SURE”, and “SIGE ANAK”. I did not actually realize the burden that she have taken by not sleeping just to wake me --- accompanied by the fact that knowing that I have slept at 9:00 p.m. already, she provided an allowance of an hour before waking me… She was awake until 12! It was also followed by the very big mistake I was always doing --- Telling her that late, “Ma, mamaya na lang pong 3:00… Inaantok pa po ako eh… Thank you na lang po…” And she would wake up by 3:00 to wake me up. Good thing, I had the strength and sensitivity to wake up (kapal na kasi ng mukha ko kung mamaya na lang ulit!) Hmmm… What will you do if I do that to you? Haha! I think by now, I’m already dead… Of course you’ll kill me for asking you to do something which will result to nothing!
While in vacation, I tried to reflect with myself and then the “waking up” idea popped into my mind. I asked myself (you better ask yourself too!), “Did I actually do that?” I couldn’t imagine how stupid and immature I was when I did that… With the fact that it was done for a number of times… I was very insensitive! I was not even able to thank her in a very formal and appreciating manner… Too bad…
You may say that I am being a little dramatic for writing this but I’m pretty sure that in one way or another, its not just me who has done it and is NOW contemplating with such a crazy idea. Well, I’m not saying that you are doing it (or maybe?)… But its just a sort of reflecting on what our parents particularly our mothers have done for us… I was thinking of a funny topic but my soul has taken me to this thought --- paying tribute to the person whom carried us and will always carry us towards life… Our mothers…
Mothers are like ATLAS (the one carrying the world)! They would carry everything from small to big things… happiness to sadness… Likewise, their love is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path. They are unique!
Have you ever wondered how they were doing it? Look at the scenario --- They have to manage our homes and do some budgeting, go to work everyday, support their husbands and help their children develop intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally, act as a queen of peace to them (like what usually happens in our home), and finally, absorb everybody’s problems. Work! Work! Work! Can you do that? They don’t even have the time for themselves! Their lives are of something no one would aspire to have!
What they should get is full appreciation… Tribute… Acclaim… Greatest recognition of all (even greater than a noble prize)… They are not just national heroes! But, the best and finest among the National Heroes!
I wanted to thank my mom for everything she have done for me… From conceiving me to me now! She has made me… She has changed me and turned my life into something worth living for (and of course, you are too!)… I wanted to thank her for her greatest sacrifices I could never pay in any way. I wanted to ask for an apology for every wrong thing I have done to her… I am sorry…
You! Yes you… I seek for your help to ask your mothers to read this, if not the whole work, even this part…
To all mothers, we love you! This is for you! You are the most promising… The BEST! The greatest… The angel to whom we owe our lives…
From Howard Johnson:
M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she’s growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart purest gold,
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she’ll always be.
Put them together, they spell:
“MOTHER”… A word that means the world to me…