Saturday, January 22, 2011

Crazy DNA and more

No earthly love is more profound than a mother’s love.

She gives unconditionally. Forgives easily. Cares incessantly. The moment she missed her period, her life stopped becoming only her own.

While she rejoices in each triumph you bagged, or her chin tilts a little too high every time you march on the ramp, her own heart bleeds for every scratch and bruise on your knees and blames herself for your every misstep. And it doesn’t matter for how many children she has to do the routine of rearing, raising and giving away and how much pain she has to endure and how many wounds she has to tend for catching every time each one falls.  

She may pass on crazy DNAs that make you hate her at some point. How she seems to be always looking over your shoulder as if waiting for that perfect moment you bend and she gloats. Or watching for the flaw of every date you take home. Or you may never forget how she criticizes your taste for nail polish and men, for your choice of friends and careers. Blame her for your big hair, for your bow legs or narrow hips. But the extra inches on her waist, the marks after her tummy swelled and shrunk, the ugly sight of veins on her legs, just tell the vanity that she has dropped to lovingly embrace the lifetime title of being a mom.

Win or lose, she will always be there to cheer on the sidelines of your races. And each meal, she has to prepare more than one menu, for one who eats only fried and for one who’s allergic to shrimps. And even if you’re old enough and she’s sick herself, and it’s so obsolete and you don't know the medical explanation, she will advise you to rub on Vicks Vaporub when you have colds.

And to my mom, I love you even if we don’t share the same middle name. Even if I was fed in bottle and not on your breast. Or even if you missed my PTA meetings, the agenda were always the same each year anyway and yeah, it was same set of people who get elected. (Or the fact that our adobos don’t taste the same.)

What I will always remember is the moment you stood for my fight when I was so weak to stand on my own even if it means we will be cut off from the upcoming family reunions.

And I love you even if it’s not yet your birthday… even if it’s not mother’s day… even if I say ‘I love you Tatay’ more often.