To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
It's mother's day again, and the whole world is celebrating, like me. Some of my friends in Facebook changed their profile picture with the picture of their mom while others even made a slideshow just to pay tribute the the woman who brought forth their lives; and not just that, for she's also the woman who chose to suffer and sacrifice all that's needed to just to raise us---the wild, rebellious, ungrateful, and insolent us.
I' am Carl Ace, and I'm honest to say that I really haven't reciprocated enough the love of my mom that she's been unceasingly giving to me each day. When my mom was still in college, she is so beautiful and a CMU College of Engineering certified "it" girl. But God's plan it is, she married my dad early, and yah, had me early. She missed everything fabulous that a college diploma promises, but I never heard her regret---that's why I know she do love me, not just because I' am hers, but she loves me coz I' am me.
I really wonder where in the world did my mom got the reason for loving me this too long. You know, dogs, they just take care with their puppies for few month then after that, the bitch would just even snob their pups before and some even fuck their own product. Oh I know you know that's not my point but my point is my mom, just like any other mom, could have chose to abort me...or raise me til I'm a toddler then just throw me near a trashcan in a busy city street, like the greasy orphans outside Jollibee. With my very stubborn and sour attitude, if I were my mom, I would not hesitate to flush the cute little young Carl Ace in the toilet.
But my mom never did that. She has been patient for all this time and been a mother for me for all these years. I guess that's the fact that separates her from our pet bitches, and to the bitches who were regular costumers of Mrs. Abortionist.
I' am Carl Ace, and I'm honest to say that I really haven't reciprocated enough the love of my mom that she's been unceasingly giving to me each day. When my mom was still in college, she is so beautiful and a CMU College of Engineering certified "it" girl. But God's plan it is, she married my dad early, and yah, had me early. She missed everything fabulous that a college diploma promises, but I never heard her regret---that's why I know she do love me, not just because I' am hers, but she loves me coz I' am me.I really wonder where in the world did my mom got the reason for loving me this too long. You know, dogs, they just take care with their puppies for few month then after that, the bitch would just even snob their pups before and some even fuck their own product. Oh I know you know that's not my point but my point is my mom, just like any other mom, could have chose to abort me...or raise me til I'm a toddler then just throw me near a trashcan in a busy city street, like the greasy orphans outside Jollibee. With my very stubborn and sour attitude, if I were my mom, I would not hesitate to flush the cute little young Carl Ace in the toilet.
But my mom never did that. She has been patient for all this time and been a mother for me for all these years. I guess that's the fact that separates her from our pet bitches, and to the bitches who were regular costumers of Mrs. Abortionist.
Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,
Yet find time to be a playmate,
I just can’t comprehend.
My mom is an undergad, but I never felt she was. You know, she's a doctor to me when I'm sick. My soldier when my dad spanks me. My teacher when I was still young. and the best of all, my friend, every time I need one.
She wakes up early every morning to cook my breakfast before I get to school. I believe even my mother would also wish to have a long, beautiful sleep like us but she waives her self interest every morning for me. I even heard some of my friends saying that their mom don't do that for them. They have to cook for their selves as well us they have to wash their own clothes, iron, and fold it. My mom didn't even tasked me to do that.
I have read something from Ramayana, saying जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी, this means: the mother is higher than the motherland... even higher than heaven. Of course my mom couldn't give me the things that God in heaven promises but she continuously defy her limits, do everything to provide me my needs, and exhaust her self to give me comfort. That ain't easy, Amen?
I see now it was love, Mom She wakes up early every morning to cook my breakfast before I get to school. I believe even my mother would also wish to have a long, beautiful sleep like us but she waives her self interest every morning for me. I even heard some of my friends saying that their mom don't do that for them. They have to cook for their selves as well us they have to wash their own clothes, iron, and fold it. My mom didn't even tasked me to do that.
I have read something from Ramayana, saying जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी, this means: the mother is higher than the motherland... even higher than heaven. Of course my mom couldn't give me the things that God in heaven promises but she continuously defy her limits, do everything to provide me my needs, and exhaust her self to give me comfort. That ain't easy, Amen?
That made you come whenever I'd call,
Your inexhaustible love, Mom
And I thank you for it all.
The reason why she keeps on forgiving my flaws, why she spends most of her money not only for my needs but also for my luxury, and why she age faster coz of me is LOVE. The great motherly love.
As what I said, she don't love me for I' am from her and I' am hers. She loves me for I' am Carl Ace; once the baby who almost took her life while she's giving me life; once the child who deprived her her wants just to admit my fragile body to the hospital almost every month; once the kid who she protects every time my dad couldn't be patient to my faults anymore; once the youngster who she assisted as I' am changing from a kid to a teen; and now the teen who force her to slave herself to work every moment of her life in order to grant me the very expensive key to my dreams; and always will be the CARL ACE who made her tears fall as my first cry was heard; and the first reason why she has to hold on to the vow she exchanged with with my dad.
I admit she isn't perfect. She couldnt afford all my wants, and sometimes, she fails to understand what's within my mind that I' am afraid to speak, but there's something that would always forget me my disappointments towards her, and that's the fact that she never fails to express to me not just through words but also through actions that one eternal and ever evolving-consummate-unadulterated-basic-essential-crucial-necessary-affectionate emotion called mother's love.
To my mom, I love you though your text messages to me are all in capital letters and lacks period every time, though you always ask stupid and nonsense questions to me, though you always cut my dreams every morning, and though you always murmur same lines every time I ask for new jeans and my allowance. Simply because, I'm nowhere to be find without you.. I love you mom!
As what I said, she don't love me for I' am from her and I' am hers. She loves me for I' am Carl Ace; once the baby who almost took her life while she's giving me life; once the child who deprived her her wants just to admit my fragile body to the hospital almost every month; once the kid who she protects every time my dad couldn't be patient to my faults anymore; once the youngster who she assisted as I' am changing from a kid to a teen; and now the teen who force her to slave herself to work every moment of her life in order to grant me the very expensive key to my dreams; and always will be the CARL ACE who made her tears fall as my first cry was heard; and the first reason why she has to hold on to the vow she exchanged with with my dad.
I admit she isn't perfect. She couldnt afford all my wants, and sometimes, she fails to understand what's within my mind that I' am afraid to speak, but there's something that would always forget me my disappointments towards her, and that's the fact that she never fails to express to me not just through words but also through actions that one eternal and ever evolving-consummate-unadulterated-basic-essential-crucial-necessary-affectionate emotion called mother's love.
To my mom, I love you though your text messages to me are all in capital letters and lacks period every time, though you always ask stupid and nonsense questions to me, though you always cut my dreams every morning, and though you always murmur same lines every time I ask for new jeans and my allowance. Simply because, I'm nowhere to be find without you.. I love you mom!
(poem: Everything Mom by Joanna Fuchs)
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