I admire my mother more than anyone I know. She has dedicated her life to all of us her children with such unselfishness and sacrificial love that one would think she is an angel specifically sent by God to take care of me and keep my ways upright. She was the pacesetter, the giver.
I was basically the responder.The way she got involved and helped us meet her goals was first priority in her. She knew each of us and our needs. She loves us so much that she cannot possibly have enough time to invest in that child such that we were all basically happy and healthy.
She believed that neither the school nor the community can resurrect what the home puts to death. Unfortunately, the well-trained child is the exception rather than the rule in society. This was underscored in her mind when once overheard a teacher during a Parent-Teacher activity, explaining to her friend the reason she had decided to retire from teaching earlier than she had planned. Her comment went something like this: “The problem is really fear.
The teachers are now afraid of the principals. The principals are afraid of the superintendents. The superintendents are afraid of the school boards. The boards are afraid of the parents.
And the parents are afraid of their children. But the children? They’re not afraid of anybody!”Admittedly, she probably overstated her case, but there is enough truth in it to make any parent think. My mother knew that a child had to be guided well. And we respected her in this.
She was adorable in her ways because she knew how to be firm yet gentle. She would encourage us to be studious in our studies and helped her when we needed her the most. Mealtimes are good times for character training. She would always us to serve our younger siblings before we served ourselves.
She trained us in both manners and good conduct in public and even at home. We learned how to be of service to everyone.It was my mother who left her indelible mark of love and maturity in my spirit. She changed the way I viewed people and situations in my life.
I think many people use their eyes just to look at the outward appearance like their clothes and accessories, and their ears to hear only mere words. They may not be conscious of the forgotten language of body talk, and they do not often hear the music and rhythm that underlie our words. But mother was aware of the needs of all of us. She was continually teaching me to look and appreciate the little things in life.
She had a love for beautiful things. She made this evident with her household chores and in her beautiful garden at the backyard.Indeed, I would always remember that being with mother regularly made me more aware of the little things and nuances in our expressions that spell real love for each other. She always loved and did not find fault even if she saw one.
She would just say it in a kindly and compassionate way. I remember during our times together, mother was never fearful of revealing her vulnerability. She always had simple and wise words to share regarding to all of us regarding service to others. Mother is my most significant person in my life today.
She remains to be a pillar of joy and strength to us all when father is out providing for the family. I am what I am now because of the sacrificial love of mother to all of us.
