Dear Ma


Hello! Hahaha!

We’ve always shared a bipolar relationship. Alamoyan. Hahaha. We fight and argue and then we patch things up like nothing ever happened. I think it’s just the same with other mother-daughter relationships. But believe me when I say that I cherish all those moments—both good and not so good—because it proves testament to our growing love for each other. Naks. You know I won’t be able to tell these things to you straight so I’m using the advent of technology to express myself.

You never ran out of words of wisdom—most of the time coupled with sarcasm. I guess I got that from you. Hahaha. Sayo nanggaling yung mga salitang “been there, done that, tigilan mo na yan.” You would also be the first person to scold me whenever I go late on my appointments—you say it is bad because it’s a sign of being uncommitted to the agreements you had with the person you’re meeting with. And then there comes your contradictions. One day you’ll encourage me to eat a lot because I’m getting skinny and then the next day you’ll tell me to stop shoving food down my tummy because my belly’s full of fat. When I stay quiet because we got into a fight, you’ll ask me what’s wrong. And when I tell you what’s wrong, you’ll say “Aba, sumasagot ka na ngayon?!” Whut. Oh but then those lucid intervals are what spices up our love-hate relationship. Hahahaha.

The best things I learned from you are those usual things mothers tell their children. Save your baon because you’ll never know when you’ll need that emergency money. Eat your vegetables. Eat your lunch even if the ginisang ampalaya tastes like whatever, it would still be good for you. Other kids starve so don’t waste your food. Don’t go to sleep angry, it’ll give you nightmares. Say po and opo and always pay your respects to your elders—they’re your extended parents. Listen when others are speaking. Speak only when asked. Talk politely. Don’t talk when adults are talking. Don’t talk to strangers. Pray before you eat. Pray before you go to sleep. Pray when you have problems bothering you. Pray when you receive blessings and say thank you. Pray when you’ve got no one to talk to. The One above never ceases to listen. Always pray.

When we grew up, those reminders have been etched on our hearts and minds. Then, during meal times, she would add more to our buckets of wisdom. Smile, it wouldn’t hurt to do so. Treasure those people you meet and keep them as friends. Make more friends. Keep a tightly knit group of people whom you’ll cherish for a lifetime. You can get angry at those people who step on you and your dignity, and then forgive them, just because it’s the right thing to do. Plus it shows how mature you are because you do not stoop down their levels. Have fun. Enjoy eating. Exchange funny stories and jokes. Savor little stuff like eating meals with the family or with friends. Laugh. Take several things lightly. Then be serious on adult stuffs. Always be on time even if others will be late. Never fail to listen to both sides. Think before you talk. Think then think again. Don’t be childish but keep that childlike wonder. Every day, she’ll have more. Sometimes she’ll be on repeat but then again she’ll tell us it’s good to repeat things—it makes you remember.

That car accident changed our whole life as a family. We became closer but then again, that’s when questions started propping up. Why did that happen to us, to you? Why when the whole family chose to dedicate our lives to fulfilling God’s ministry? I’ve always been puzzled. And then you tell me, it’s something we have to be thankful for. Despite the amputation and the trauma, we still thank God because your lives were spared. You were given another chance to live and see us where we are right now. You said it served as a test on our faith—it strengthened the foundations instead of crumbling them to pieces.

I know mej late na to for Mother’s Day, but I still deem it necessary to express my appreciation through this letter. Alam ko nagtatampo ka kase madalas ako wala sa bahay, dumadrama ka pa na nakakalimutan ka na namin. Hindi kaya. It’s part of growing up lang siguro. Hahaha. I’ve always been thankful to the One Above for having a mother like you—strong-willed and caring. Thank you for cooking the best lunches and dinners—sa masarap na kaldereta at malinamnam na banana cupcakes. Salamat sa paglalaba at pagpaplantsa. Salamat sa pangungulit pag matagal kame sa kubeta. Salamat sa pagtuturo ng abakada at one-two-three. Salamat kase di ka nagsawang basahan kame ng Bible stories tuwing gabi pati sa walang patid mong pag-akay samin sa simbahan at sa Sunday School. Salamat kasi tinuruan mo kaming mag-commute pauwi mula school—salamat kase at least di kame naliligaw ng bongga sa Maynila. Salamat sa mga ngiti at tawa kahit pagod ka na. Salamat for being simply there when we need someone to talk to, to hug and to just stare at. Hahaha. Joke lang yung stare at.

Salamat sa mga palo at mejo masasakit na salita. Natuto kaming matakot at magkaroon ng respeto sa nakatatanda. Salamat sa pagsasabi na hindi ka “jumejebs ng pera.” Natuto kaming magtipid at makuntento sa kung anong ibigay samin. Salamat sa mga jokes mong madalas korni. Natuto kaming tumawa kahit sa maliliit na bagay. Salamat sa pagsama samin sa ukayan, Divi at palengke. Na-appreciate naming kahit “poorita tayo, may taste naman tayo (Ong and Perreras, 2012).” Salamat sa pagdadala samin sa malls at sa mga mejo pricey restos. Hindi kami masyadong ignot sa pangmayamang bagay at natuto kaming makibagay ng natural. Char. Hahaha. Salamat kasi sa lahat ng yan, na-appreciate at naipamuhay namin yung mga katagang “enough is enough” at “there is a time and season for everything.” Salamat sa pagiging cool na nanay. We “could not ask for more (McCain, 2000).”

I’m looking forward sa mas madami pa nating kwentuhan at asaran sa harap ng hapagkainan. Dun sa mga baking sessions natin nila Papa. Pati na sa series marathons natin. Marami man tayong di magawa kase nalilimitahan ka ng iyong mga paa, di naman naikahon yung mga pangarap natin para sa nalalapit na hinaharap. Marami pa tayong gustong ma-achib kaya hold on tight, Ma… malapit na. Hehehehe. Labya! Hahahaha.

PS: Wag kang mag-alala. Pagtanda niyo ni Papa, sine at food trip ang gagawin nyo. Di namin hahayaang mapunta kayo sa mga geriatric centers. Mahirap na, baka mas madali kayong makalimot. Mabuti ng tumanda kayong makulit at pa-cute kesa mabilis mag-ulyanin at emo. Hehehe.

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felix felicis: Dear Ma

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Dear Ma


Hello! Hahaha!

We’ve always shared a bipolar relationship. Alamoyan. Hahaha. We fight and argue and then we patch things up like nothing ever happened. I think it’s just the same with other mother-daughter relationships. But believe me when I say that I cherish all those moments—both good and not so good—because it proves testament to our growing love for each other. Naks. You know I won’t be able to tell these things to you straight so I’m using the advent of technology to express myself.

You never ran out of words of wisdom—most of the time coupled with sarcasm. I guess I got that from you. Hahaha. Sayo nanggaling yung mga salitang “been there, done that, tigilan mo na yan.” You would also be the first person to scold me whenever I go late on my appointments—you say it is bad because it’s a sign of being uncommitted to the agreements you had with the person you’re meeting with. And then there comes your contradictions. One day you’ll encourage me to eat a lot because I’m getting skinny and then the next day you’ll tell me to stop shoving food down my tummy because my belly’s full of fat. When I stay quiet because we got into a fight, you’ll ask me what’s wrong. And when I tell you what’s wrong, you’ll say “Aba, sumasagot ka na ngayon?!” Whut. Oh but then those lucid intervals are what spices up our love-hate relationship. Hahahaha.

The best things I learned from you are those usual things mothers tell their children. Save your baon because you’ll never know when you’ll need that emergency money. Eat your vegetables. Eat your lunch even if the ginisang ampalaya tastes like whatever, it would still be good for you. Other kids starve so don’t waste your food. Don’t go to sleep angry, it’ll give you nightmares. Say po and opo and always pay your respects to your elders—they’re your extended parents. Listen when others are speaking. Speak only when asked. Talk politely. Don’t talk when adults are talking. Don’t talk to strangers. Pray before you eat. Pray before you go to sleep. Pray when you have problems bothering you. Pray when you receive blessings and say thank you. Pray when you’ve got no one to talk to. The One above never ceases to listen. Always pray.

When we grew up, those reminders have been etched on our hearts and minds. Then, during meal times, she would add more to our buckets of wisdom. Smile, it wouldn’t hurt to do so. Treasure those people you meet and keep them as friends. Make more friends. Keep a tightly knit group of people whom you’ll cherish for a lifetime. You can get angry at those people who step on you and your dignity, and then forgive them, just because it’s the right thing to do. Plus it shows how mature you are because you do not stoop down their levels. Have fun. Enjoy eating. Exchange funny stories and jokes. Savor little stuff like eating meals with the family or with friends. Laugh. Take several things lightly. Then be serious on adult stuffs. Always be on time even if others will be late. Never fail to listen to both sides. Think before you talk. Think then think again. Don’t be childish but keep that childlike wonder. Every day, she’ll have more. Sometimes she’ll be on repeat but then again she’ll tell us it’s good to repeat things—it makes you remember.

That car accident changed our whole life as a family. We became closer but then again, that’s when questions started propping up. Why did that happen to us, to you? Why when the whole family chose to dedicate our lives to fulfilling God’s ministry? I’ve always been puzzled. And then you tell me, it’s something we have to be thankful for. Despite the amputation and the trauma, we still thank God because your lives were spared. You were given another chance to live and see us where we are right now. You said it served as a test on our faith—it strengthened the foundations instead of crumbling them to pieces.

I know mej late na to for Mother’s Day, but I still deem it necessary to express my appreciation through this letter. Alam ko nagtatampo ka kase madalas ako wala sa bahay, dumadrama ka pa na nakakalimutan ka na namin. Hindi kaya. It’s part of growing up lang siguro. Hahaha. I’ve always been thankful to the One Above for having a mother like you—strong-willed and caring. Thank you for cooking the best lunches and dinners—sa masarap na kaldereta at malinamnam na banana cupcakes. Salamat sa paglalaba at pagpaplantsa. Salamat sa pangungulit pag matagal kame sa kubeta. Salamat sa pagtuturo ng abakada at one-two-three. Salamat kase di ka nagsawang basahan kame ng Bible stories tuwing gabi pati sa walang patid mong pag-akay samin sa simbahan at sa Sunday School. Salamat kasi tinuruan mo kaming mag-commute pauwi mula school—salamat kase at least di kame naliligaw ng bongga sa Maynila. Salamat sa mga ngiti at tawa kahit pagod ka na. Salamat for being simply there when we need someone to talk to, to hug and to just stare at. Hahaha. Joke lang yung stare at.

Salamat sa mga palo at mejo masasakit na salita. Natuto kaming matakot at magkaroon ng respeto sa nakatatanda. Salamat sa pagsasabi na hindi ka “jumejebs ng pera.” Natuto kaming magtipid at makuntento sa kung anong ibigay samin. Salamat sa mga jokes mong madalas korni. Natuto kaming tumawa kahit sa maliliit na bagay. Salamat sa pagsama samin sa ukayan, Divi at palengke. Na-appreciate naming kahit “poorita tayo, may taste naman tayo (Ong and Perreras, 2012).” Salamat sa pagdadala samin sa malls at sa mga mejo pricey restos. Hindi kami masyadong ignot sa pangmayamang bagay at natuto kaming makibagay ng natural. Char. Hahaha. Salamat kasi sa lahat ng yan, na-appreciate at naipamuhay namin yung mga katagang “enough is enough” at “there is a time and season for everything.” Salamat sa pagiging cool na nanay. We “could not ask for more (McCain, 2000).”

I’m looking forward sa mas madami pa nating kwentuhan at asaran sa harap ng hapagkainan. Dun sa mga baking sessions natin nila Papa. Pati na sa series marathons natin. Marami man tayong di magawa kase nalilimitahan ka ng iyong mga paa, di naman naikahon yung mga pangarap natin para sa nalalapit na hinaharap. Marami pa tayong gustong ma-achib kaya hold on tight, Ma… malapit na. Hehehehe. Labya! Hahahaha.

PS: Wag kang mag-alala. Pagtanda niyo ni Papa, sine at food trip ang gagawin nyo. Di namin hahayaang mapunta kayo sa mga geriatric centers. Mahirap na, baka mas madali kayong makalimot. Mabuti ng tumanda kayong makulit at pa-cute kesa mabilis mag-ulyanin at emo. Hehehe.

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