I was sheepishly smiling when I read this. So fits.
Mama and I, we were never close. Like close, close. Maybe because we're so much a like, we kept out staging each other. But that does not make me love her less.
I can still vividly picture my nursery afternoons from school. After merienda, she would prop me up for our tutorial sessions, grueling tutorial sessions at that! Haha! We would do our flash cards drill until I get everything right. Well, must be the reason I bagged Best in Math. :) A spelling drill that would often bring me to tears because I kept on missing out on the word handkerchief. Sniff, sniff. Hahaha. But, but, thank you Papa, you named me Kate, short cute name, wasn't so hard for me to write back to back on my pad paper jotting my name on it.
She was like that. She wanted everything prim and proper, neat and clean. She was that type. Very, very, OC particular.
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| Mama when she small. :) |
I remember, she would make room for advance reading sessions when I was in grade school. She would make me read the next chapter of our current lessons. And make me practice answer the comprehension check in our reading subject. She wanted me to read aloud with proper diction. She would make me repeat when the intonation of my reading seemed off the hook. On weekends, she would hand me Reader's Digest for me to read. The next thing I knew, they kept away all the other books because of my optic migraine. Hmp.
She would cut my nails and clean my ears every other day. She would put me in my uniform and comb my hair. Some other time she would jazz me up with a perky head band. Get me to my newly polished doll shoes and ready for school equipped. She would send me pancakes and milk for baon. Because of her I loved school and learning itself.
And little did I know, everything she was trying to teach me was starting to rub in. And I was like thinking a stream like she does. Well, maybe, some sort of ways. Growing up I would watch her go in her uniform with her shoulder bag and hit the road to Makati. Maybe that's why I have always pictured myself in the corporate world, her influence in me was quite apparent.
I'd like to believe I can sing some notes because of her genes. Papa, don't get me wrong, you can sing too. She would just give me a hard stare every time I tell her I'd be singing in a school program, or bagging a gold medal in a Kundiman contest back in junior year. It's like impliedly telling me, I know you can nail it so what's the fuss? Yes, that's how she is, never malambing but it's all good.
I remember in my rebelde days in freshman, she and Papa could've been really desperate she sent me on a youth camp one summer weekend. Like there's no other way but divine intervention, she placed high hopes in me that I'd be participative. Well, guess what, I owe it to both of them that they sent me there. It was sort of like a jamming with Jesus with new-found friends.
She would negate about me taking journalism or mass communication in college that's why I ended up an accountant. Gaah. Not that I am complaining. But sort of. Should be destiny. In the same college, I met my now husband Jef. Na on the first time I invited him over to be introduced to the family, I had to text her, Be nice. Like I really know she could seem mataray. But it went well.
That night when Jef and I broke the news about Zachary, and our future plans, she was her stern self but I knew she knew exactly how I was feeling. She was in the same shoes before. She would pick on me now whenever she finds fault in how I take care of Zachary. She's painfully particular my ears were hurting at times. But the competitive person that I am, I would always take everything as a challenge, swear to do better next time. Well, that's how she's to me: a hard-core motivator. I am just so thankful she loves Zachary so much, he does love Mama too.
Mama and I, we're both tear jerks. We would cry over palabas sa tv when Sai, Kevin and Papa felt numb about it. But we're the type who never went particular about our emotions, not vocal unless puno na ang salop. Haha! But that's the way we are e. And it's all good.
I wouldn't know if you'd come across this entry Ma, but for God's sake, I was cautious with my grammar ha! Hahaha!
To all the moms, Happy Mother's Day. To my uncharacteristically wonderful Mama, you ought to know that I love you big time!
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