To my Mom, you have brought me into this world, taught me everything I know and continue to teach me how to be the best mom to my kid(s).
Yesterday was Mother’s Day and everyone in the world was showing an abundant amount of love for their mom. Besides being mushy and gushy with my mom, she has always been there for me during the good and bad times. She has shaped me into the woman I am today and has influenced me to always give back to society. Whether I hold the door for someone behind me, give up my seat for an elderly person or volunteer at a soup kitchen or nursing home, she engraved the mentality of putting others before myself. It’s very selfless to put yourself second in life, but what you reap is what you sow. You put all your hard work of being a mom/parent/friend/worker at the beginning of life and your reward is to do whatever you want to do later in life. That’s what my mom is doing- she’s traveling the world with my dad and is enjoying the fact that she will have another grandchild to spoil.
I was reflecting on all the mother figures in my life who have influenced me while growing up. The ladies who come to mind are my grandmothers. My father’s mom, whom everyone called “Lola” which means “grandma” in Filipino, practically raised me, my sister and all my cousins when she moved to the United States in the early ’80s. One by one, she took care of all her grandchildren by living in our homes for a certain amount of years until the next baby was born. While my parents were at work, she made sure my sister and I ate our meals, completed our homework and practiced our piano lessons. She was a very simple, humble woman who prayed the rosary a lot. Her passing in early 2001 was devastating to the entire family. She left behind her husband (who shortly died right after her), 6 sons, 5 daughter in laws and 14 grandchildren. We were all too young to be married at the time, but if she was still alive, she’d be a happy Lola to her 23 grandchildren (including spouses) and 12 great-grandchildren. On my mother’s side, she was raised by her biological mom (named Lola Ganda where Ganda means “pretty” in Filipino) and her aunt (named Mommy Oh). Both ladies raised my mom at different stages of her life, but were very much involved in shaping my mom into the woman she is today. Both ladies live in the Philippines and are still kicking it in their mid 80s. The last time I saw my 2 grandmothers was in 2012 where they met my husband and daughter for the first time. Lola Ganda was gushing over my daughter while Mommy Oh was confused as to my husband is pale. Both ladies have been proud of my accomplishments in life and take a special place in my heart for what they have sacrificed for their families. I hope both these ladies have it in them to stick around a bit longer to meet my son in the future.
Overall, Mother’s Day went very well yesterday. Reflecting on my mom and the moms before her makes me appreciate the joys of motherhood. No one said it was easy, but it’s a job worth having for a lifetime.