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Super Moms

SuperMoms

“Honor your … mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), (3) “that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.” (Eph. 6:2-3)

Mother's Day

My Supermoms (credits to Lalooshes)

What would be more apt on this special day than to write a post that honors the women who in many ways have shaped me to what I have become today? Besides, I do not want to miss out on the blessings that come with it nor be cursed for not giving the honor due them! Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!

Supermom #1…

She is our granny but we fondly call her “Nanang” meaning mother. A very strong woman who raised chicken, goats, pigs, and pesky little humans. From her came lessons of frugality (by serving inexpensive meals though she can afford a lot better :D), responsibility (I got bouts of beating for not doing my assigned chores to the dot) and farming (how to thwart a brooding hen was one of the basics). Now she’s old and can barely scare the ducks away from the porch but still graces our trips to the beach with her old-redundant-rhetorics which I find rather amusing!

Supermom #2…

What would this post be if this woman is not part of it? My mother is a living and breathing Superwoman minus the cape and mask (Would love to see her wear such).  She is a package large enough to not fit in a house no matter the size. A wife, mother, father, cook, laundry woman, gardener, electrician, carpenter, Teacher, Researcher, Author, Editor, Agriculturist, School Administrator and a whole bunch of other things. Much of the strengths I have were forged by her. Should she be the benchmark, I’d say she did a lousy job 😀

Supermom #3

She is the most special person in this post – the mother of my kid (and a half) and the love of my life…she inspires me in my endeavors but keeps me grounded at the same time. She loves me and my son that in itself makes her Super!

Supermom #4, #5, #6…

They are works in progress (aren’t we all?) but are doing great!

#4 is a mother of 2 girls who are growing with great promise and beauty!

#5 is a mother of smart little girl who could outclass “Dora the Explorer”.

#6 has a 3-year old son possessing the discipline expected of a 10 year-old in the dining table.

Supermom #7…

This young lady is technically not a mom but has as much if not more experience than #3 to #6. Much of the mothering those kids above received was from her. Her greatest achievement so far is making my son love her so much that he wants to marry her!

Oh I almost forgot, to those who would raise their brows and believe mothers are not that important perhaps reading my previous post here would help you think otherwise.

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Tiny Slippers

Dear Jacob,

I have already lost count of the number of times we have been away from each other. It is inevitable, given your Mom’s current condition or at least I like to think of it that way. I expected that it is not going to get this tough not having you and your mom around having been through it countless times but I was wrong. I have no problem taking care of the basic things like laundry, cleaning of the room and preparing my own meals but the silence is beyond bearable.

I arrived in our house at around 3 AM on Sunday excited of the freedom that I am going to have while you are away. I practically leaped to the bed upon reaching our room and I am sure there was this devious grin on my lips. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that your presence is unwanted, I love having you around and totally enjoy the days we spend together just you and I. However, adults sometimes need time to be alone, and quiet to do what they have to do and put their lives into perspective. I was about to raise my hands in celebration of the many quiet hours ahead when my eyes froze on those tiny slippers at the base of the cupboard that seem to be waiting for your wiggly feet. My moment of joy was cut short by the underlying implication of not having you around which my conscious brain keeps pushing back. I will miss a lot of things most of all your stories, unending questions of why things are like this or that and our Father and son escapes.

Those tiny slippers had their way in me. They seem to be staring back with questioning eyes…where are those wiggly little feet? It’s been a while why haven’t they come to take us for a walk?

It is going to be a week since I left and many times I have been tempted to pick-up those tiny slippers and hide them away in the store-room but I have chosen not to. I want them to be where I can see them as a reminder that I have to make wise decisions so in the future we will not have to be separated again.

I am having a hard time coping up for now but I will be fine…more or less.

Love,

Dad