Yesterday, I was awakened by text messages from both fellow moms and single friends wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day. And as I went online, I realized that just about every person I know had the same message on their walls. Many of them even replaced their profile pictures with their mothers’ faces. I was wondering though, don’t they ever show appreciation toward their mothers except on Mother’s Day?
I had also thought about replacing my profile picture with my mother, just like everyone else. However, I decided against it. My reason was simple. One, my mother’s gone. Two, when she was alive, I made sure she knew how much I needed and appreciated her. I don’t have to tell the whole world how much I loved her just because it’s Mother’s Day. Moreover, to my dear friends or people who know me better, my mother had also been a mother to them. They knew I need not join the bandwagon.
As I went through the day, I began to think about my late mother and the influence she had over me. To me, she was the epitome of strength and resiliency. Throughout her life, she encountered so many setbacks, which she overcame with faith. She was humble, patient, prayerful, and forgiving. She was also hardworking and knew how to handle our family’s finances well. She succeeded in every business she engaged in. She was very friendly–in fact, she’s very popular not only in our own neighborhood but in distant places as well. She was always willing to help, even those who had wronged her in the past. I see my mother as a fine example of a Proverbs 31 Woman, save for those days when she and my father simply didn’t get along and there was a time when her faith was strongly influenced by a cult-like Catholic religious group.
Now that I am a mother myself, I wish nothing but to become a good mom like her–very patient and nurturing, always anticipating her children’s needs and ready to assist, prayerful and hardworking, gracious and forgiving, always encouraging and sweet. We may be as different as night and day, but I would always love my mother. We didn’t always see each other eye to eye, but we were always there for each other. Just like any person, she wasn’t perfect. But I know that she’s the perfect mother for someone like me. I would always thank God for her.