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If you are close to me, then you might know that my Mom is not actually my best friend kind of Mom. In fact, in most of the days of our lives, we spent it arguing with each other. This morning was kind of different. It was one of the rare days that Mom would surprise me with her Mommy power.

What happened?

Well, I have been working my ass out to cope up with the financial needs in the house and my Mom knows that I do my best in everything. Even if we argue a lot, she knows that she brought me up well and that I am a responsible person.

So, when I arrived home from the office she asked, ”Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” I answered, “No, just finishing up some things to be able to work smoothly next week.” She then went down stairs, and when she came back, she brought me a cup of hot noodles. With a smile on my face, I said thanks. We had a bit of a chit-chat then I told her I am just gonna sleep now then work on things later when I wake up. She then leaves the room smiling.

I can’t help but appreciate her being a Mom when she does that, and maybe its good the she rarely do that for me to appreciate her greately.

Being a Mom is not a simple thing. Not all women are blessed to have this gift. God had choosen me to be a mother of two at a young age. I admit that I don’t think I was ready for such responsibility when I got pregnant, but I let His will be done. So, I take on love and life with an additional two precious lives attached to me.

Like my Mom, I think I am not the best friend kind of Mom, because often times when I correct my daughter, I lose patience and shout at her. But, that doesn’t stop us from loving each other. It hurts me when I do those kind of things. STRESS just sucks the hell out of me most of the time, that I could not control my temper. However, I do my best in avoiding those situations.

So, my daughter may be scared of me when I get angry, but at least she knows well enough that she could count on me for comfort. Just awhile ago, she went into my room bringing a fake flower.

She comes closer and tells me, “Mommy, this is for you.” I smiled and kissed her. She then snuggled with me in my bed and told me, “I locked my room.” She then covered her ears, “Lola Mommy is going to shout at me.” I smiled and say, “It’s okay. Mommy will handle it. Just go to sleep so that Lola Mommy won’t have the chance to shout at you.” So, not long after our talk, I heard a snore. She had fallen asleep while I was writing this post.

This is a beautiful day. I am feeling the love of the family and that just inspires me to work my ass out.

Well, most of the times we do fight because of our differences. We just have different personalities, because we grew up in a very different scenario.

My Mom is a second child and my lola died not long after she was born. So, my lolo married the sister of my lola and they have two children. Her second Mom, though blood related, was really not as caring as a Mom should be; of course the second Mom obviously treated her children well or better than she treat the first two children of my lolo. So, that was the history of my Mom.

This is mine: I am an only child, and my parents tried having a child for 6 years before they had me. They adopted my Mom sister’s youngest son. It was not a legal adoption, however my cousin-brother Leo or Tong-Tong as we call him, stayed with my parents since he was just 2 months old. He may have different family name than ours, but surely we treated him better than my second lola treated my Mom.

I was born with a silver spoon and raised up like a princess while my Mom was raised like Cinderella by her stepmother. My Dad just happened to be a prince charming that made my Mom a princess, and now the Queen of our house.

When I was a teenager, I questioned if my Mom really loves me because she doesn’t seem to act like she does. Then I grew up and realized that when I was on my teenage years, I was selfish; All I ever think about is myself and how to enjoy it without thinking of the consequences and others. I guess it is a part of growing up, as we grow old we realized that we are not the only ones that needs to be happy and that we start to care for other people, have an open mind on things and strength to handle all life’s challenges.

In terms of love, my Mom is lucky that she had married her first love. Though, I was not as lucky (is it too early to tell? I am not married yet – so I guess, we’ll see); I could say that I have become a better person and learned what love is better than my Mom.

Often, our personalities would clash because she thinks that she is the only person in this world that knows how to love (yeah right!). I know, that my life now is not what they imagined it would be – but so far, I am happy and satisfied.

OKAY – With those differences we have, I have come to understand how she shows love and that is very different than how I would show it. My Mom is not good in speaking it, nor showing it, but there would come a time that if you would think or see deeper on her actions, you will get the real meaning of it.

Here are some of the situations I could explain:

• She drops me off to school and waited until my class is over and fetch me. This goes since I started going to school until I graduated in high school. If this was me, I would not waste my time sitting around just waiting, but you see – love is patient, so she waited patiently for me. I hate wasting time.
• She would blame me for the wrong things I have done, shout at me and would even bring it to my face repeatedly every time we fight. If this was me, I would only make a person realize his or her mistakes once by explaining it to him or her the moment or after he or she had committed it then the next day is a different one. I hate to repeat myself. However, my Mom just cares enough to remind me or maybe she is just too forgetful that she has forgotten she said those things to me already.

There are a million things that I could tell and show our differences and how I have come to realize the true meaning of her actions, but I could summarize in few words the reasons why I love her.

I love my Mom because even if she hates what I have become, she still loves me and my kids. Even though I am a mother and a professional, she still pampers me like a baby. I love her, because I have come to realize that as a Mother, there is no job in this world that could top how hard it is (because it is an ALL IN ONE job) – especially to be a full time Mom.

To tell you, me going night shift and to be able to spend my time with my daughter during the day time made me realize this things. Sleeping is a good thing, but to sacrifice it to see meaningful moments is worth more than a million treasures.

I am watching Oprah now, and I am hearing the wive’s voices on what they would say to the mistress of their husband. One wife said something like this: “How could a woman live thinking that she is ruining a marriage and hurting another woman?”
I would like to answer this because at one point in my life, I have been in relationship with married men. I hope wive’s would read this with an open mind. I guess women who fall in a place of being a mistress are desperate women and that they think of nothing but to overcome that being desperate. Back to the question, How could a woman live thinking that she is ruining a marriage and hurting another woman – They are not thinking about that. I guess the focus of women who are desperate are to be happy, and men (husbands) who say some sweet things and needing this woman (mistress) makes this woman happy.
I am sorry that some people have to go through to this kind of episode of their life, but this is one challenge to test one’s love for someone and how strong your relationship is. I could not speak for men, because I am not one, but I hope my son will grow up to be a one woman man kind of man and I would teach him how to love truly and be honest with himself. I hope my son would grow up to be the man I wanted him to be, and if not, I would show him I am not supporting his bad decisions. I am a tough mom and when it comes to discipline, I discipline hard, and if my children doesn’t want to get hurt, they have to follow what I say.

Yesterday was somehow a bad day for me. Here are the reasons why:

• I went out during lunch time to have something delivered. When I got back I saw my MacBook displaying the screensaver. I moved my mouse to have control over it. I was able to see me desktop, BUT everything seems to be moving on a VERY SLOW MOTION. Whenever I click, it seems to have taken more than 1 minute before the MacBook could read my actions. I tried to restart it but it won’t shut down. I have taken the battery out and put it back again. I pressed the power button and the booting that takes seconds before, now takes more than 30 minutes to boot. Still, it is slow and takes more than 1 minute before it reads my commands. MY MACBOOK WAS BROKEN >>> I AM REALLY BUYING A NEW LAPTOP!
• My jelly shoes almost fell off, because it was broken as well. I did my best trying to hold it on to my feet so that I could go home with ease.
• While I was trying to fix my MacBook (I really don’t know what to do with it, so I just keep on restarting and putting it on a cooler area), my daughter threw a piece of garbage into the floor. My patience run off ————. Poor daughter of mine, but this morning she was hugging me. I love my daughter!

Somehow, I couldn’t say I ran out of luck because you see …

• I am lucky enough to still have my MacBook turn on to get my files if I wanted to.
• I am lucky enough that my shoes was not broken all the way and that I was still able to somehow fix it.
• I didn’t break any bones on my daughters body.