My Incomparable Mother

My Incomparable Mother
Jesa Christine T. Capagal

I often reflected on my childhood. Why my mom would tie up my shoelace? Why would she scold me if I stay up late at night? Why would she remind me over and over of the things I usually do everyday? Why would she ask me to do this and to do those things? Should hard work be mixed together with the fun? Can’t I just lavish the time of my childhood years? Why?

As I grew older, responsibilities piled up bit by bit- projects, research papers, and a lot more paper works. I somehow learned that life isn’t just as easy as eating a candy cane but life is a little more complicated as it seems. Through life experiences, I have adapted and made it through but of course with the help of “someone?” in my life.

Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears- all were tolerated by my mother for me and my other siblings. Her heart, her mind, her energy and soul was geared towards making us better persons. All of the time she had spent on me throughout the years was a never-failing love. She gave me strength and sweet security. She advised me of things I often was annoyed of however after awhile I would eventually follow what she says.
And then the hardest thing of it all is that my mom would tell me, “Just wait until you will be a mother like me and you’ll know what I mean.” Well, I do have to admit that it was scary and all but yes I do understand her even though I am not a mother. Now, a grown up lady could tell she had let me do things on my own. Decide on myself- my life, my own expectations. Love and hate. Succeed or fail.
As I would always say, my mom is the best and how I wish I could be just as much like her to my children- my incomparable mother.