Sunday Story of the Day – My Mom
I just got back from Singapore… it was a fruitful trip – thank you, Lord.
Today is Mother’s Day… Clayton is still not at an age where he can understand what this day means but he still manage to say Happy Mother Day.. in his own way. That makes me smile… it feels so warm. I never quite understand this special feeling until I hear him say those sweet and simple words.
That’s not what I like to focus on in this post. As I wonder how everyone is spending this special day… I like to know how is everyone’s relationship with your mom. Here’s a little about mine…
I was born into a family with the least perfect family whose parents fought almost all their years of marriage until my mom said ‘I had enough’. But looking back, she had gone through so, so much. My dad was abusive, violent, possessive, a gambler, womanizer and an alcoholic. My mom had little education so she was dependent on dad in her younger years. She was a young mom at the age of 18, was clueless on parenting.
Recalling those childhood years, my brother and myself would follow mom everywhere she went as dad was seldom at home, and even if he was, we sometimes wished he wasn’t. Normally his presence spelled trouble, squabbles and tension in the home and it hurt me when I watched mum cried after every argument, fight or quarrel.
Moving on, mom sought for a divorce when dad was not coming home for a couple of years and we knew he had moved to another place with a new woman. Mom wanted ‘out’ so that we could finally had a permanent roof over our heads, a place where we could call ‘our own’. Dad agreed and that was a new beginning for my mom.
For the last 22 years, mom had never stopped working a single day except those public holidays and weekends. She worked hard with her little salary just so that my brother and myself could have a house to live, food to eat, clothes to wear and a life to enjoy.
If I would tell the whole story, it would take me days to complete… so this is just a brief story of my mom. I am embarrassed to say I am not a good daughter cos I still fight with her in our conversations til this day. I love her from the depths of my heart yet I can still end up in heated arguments with her, which left me sad and sorry after that. But today, I like to say again how I proud I truly am for having a mom like her. Without her strength, love, dedication and devotion, I will not be here, and will not be where I am today.
So, I’ll like to take this time to say, “I love you mom”… and Happy Mother’s Day.
Here’s wishing all moms a very blessed day of good health, joy, peace and love.
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