Saturday, May 10, 2008

a teary eyed sunday homily- an account by a proud mama's boy

i want to share a portion of our church homily this morning. the notes below are just excerpts and interpretations that i obtained. these are personal reflections.

my mom and i have always been closed. though there have been rough roads in the past, our relationship generally is a strong strong one. I love my mother more than anything in this world. Next to God, I trust, listen and heed her for anything and everything. She has told me several times that she loves me too. i believe that we're soul mates (not in a romantic way of course) as i have the uncanny gift of feeling what's she's feeling too.

anyway, the homily was about how we should treat our mothers.

1. respect them- be a pious son

I respect my mother. sometimes i may not agree with her as i have my personal bias but i know she means well. no matter what, she is more experienced and smarter than me and therefore i need to heed her advise. my mom is the best adviser. she says things the way it should be. and i respect her for that.

2. show them that we care

sometimes we're too busy with work or personal life that we forget all about our parents, especially mum. mums have always looked after us and so we should show a little gratitude for all their hardwork and unnecessary pains brought about by raising us. 

i always text my mum how much i value her and how much i care for her. better say these things now as we don't know when one of us should pass on soon. and better that she is reminded so she constantly forgives me for my booboos, hehe.

3. do not let them worry.

i am guilty for being careless sometimes that i make her worry. i go home late usually and that's what we always argue about. mums will be mums. when one of her brood is not home yet, she will worry. and i have a habit of not texting her to tell that i will be late. She worries when i am not home yet. especially at times now when it is soo unsafe.

when mums worry, it;s like inflicting wounds on them. and that;s not good. they worry and they can;t fall asleep. expect the following day masungit sila. hahaha. but the point is, a mum will never feel comfortable when she knows that not all her children are safe and safely tucked in bed.

three scenarios that the pastor shared:

LOVE FLOWS DOWNWARD - this is a common statement that our moms would always say. until we become parents we will never know how much our mums love us. our mums are out source of love. their love flow toward us and that;s why we feel safe after, we heed her, we look for her, we want the smell of her, we want to be comforted by her. no matter how much you love her, she will always love you more. twice, thrice, more than enough.

whenever i go home, i make it a point to pass by her room first. i always lie down on her bed or wait for her sa restroom while making kwento. sometimes not even to make kwento, i just want to be beside her after a very long day. i know she gets pissed when i mess with her bed, but it's very reassuring to be in her bed and just see her there. 

NO MUM COULD EVER RESIST A CHILD ABED - when we're sick, mum is the most stressed person around. she does everything to make you feel better. whether it is accompanying you to the hospital, cooking for you or just being by our bed side, she makes sure we get well soon enough. 

in HK, during the outbreak of SARS, HK hospitals demanded that all family guests and visitors MUST leave the hospital for fear of contamination. but this mum refused to leave and sacrificed getting ill just to see the final days of her cancer-stricken son. she quipped in cantonese, "will i leave my son now when he is spending his last few hours on earth? is my health more important to me now when my son is very weak and dying? is my good health going to make me feel better when he departs earth? I am a mother, my heart is here with my son."

At this is point, i was getting quite teary-eyed already. Until this:

LOVE LETTER OF A MOTHER TO HER SON. This is not the original text anymore.

when we get busier in life, we tend to lose our patience faster. especially with dealing with the older set, it's quite a challenge to stay composed and patient when the other end is becoming more demanding. an already aging mom writes to her son especially about that.

when i grow old and ---

i cannot stand on my own, lend me your young and energetic arms to help me stand up. remember you were once like me. (when we were younger and still learning to walk up, remember who taught us how to do that.)

i dirty myself because i cannot hold my spoon right, remember you did the same to me. when i was teaching you how to eat, i had to endure so much just to get you to eat.

i pester you about me taking a bath. remember how much creativity i put to get you to take a bath. how many baths did i draw just to keep you clean and comfortable.

i forget about things. remember you were once forgetful and i had to repeat myself a few times to make you remember. or even reading a story book ten times just to make you fall asleep.

i keep bugging you about things. it's not that i want to meddle with your life, but because i want to be with you and know that i am needed.

or when i can;t understand gadgets, remember i was the one answering all your whys.

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at this point, i was already sobbing profusely. it's easy for us to forget about all her hardships when we are inconvenienced. but this opened my eye to look back and really appreciate her. we can never repay the love she gave us. probably the thing we need to do is to pay it forward. nothing warms the heart of a mum when she's told that she's raised a fine kid.

happy mums day to all mums.

i love you mum! very much.

though she will never be able to read this entry but i want to write it just the same. I want to tell her that she's my inspiration to always be humble and better myself.

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