This Mother’s Day, I write about love.
I write about a sort of love that is often felt more than it is spoken, the type that exists simply as wind beneath our wings, helping us fly higher. It exists in the simple things – the breakfast on the table, the laundry washed and folded on the bed, the listening ear when we need it most.
This Mother’s Day, I say start noticing these little things if you haven’t already. It is in these that you will find the most precious moments you’ve had with your mom.
I’ve learnt that myself, after venturing to Canada four years ago to further my studies. Some things just become clearer to you when you move away from home. In my most dire moments of helplessness, when I had dilemmas that I just couldn’t solve, the person I turn to would always be my mom.
When I was stressed out over schoolwork, she would be there to remind me to take one step at a time. When I was hurting from a breakup, she would be the one to support my decision to let go of a love lost. And when I sometimes feel lost about which path to choose, she would remind me of the things that are most important to me. My mom has been nothing less than a great teacher – she has taught me how to sit down and quiet my mind, and to stand up and persevere with an undaunted spirit.
For more than two decades of her life, she has taken great pains to provide for me and yet has never asked for anything in return. With my dad, she is always supportive of me, urging me to chase my dreams.
My dream, my parents tell me, is theirs. By living it out the best way I know how, I am helping them achieve their own. They are seeing the world through my travels, feeling the pride of my achievements, and sharing the joy of my happiest moments. They may be miles away in person but right there with me in spirit, every step of the way.
These are the words that drive me. Always have and always will.
Like most kids who move out of their parents’ homes, I try to go back more regularly now to visit. It’s interesting what you notice when you haven’t gone home for awhile. You become more aware of how your loved ones have changed – the white hairs, the lost weight, that small limp in their walk that you never took note of before. Suddenly, you realize that the people you love are going to have their moments of frailty and it is at these times when you want to be right where they need you the most – by their side.
I spent four years away from home and my mother’s love has come across more strongly in the years I’ve been away than the 25 years I spent with her under the same roof. Sometimes when you’re physically close, you just don’t notice the little things as much. My mother isn’t showy about her contributions to the family, and I am guilty to say that more often than not, I forget to be thankful.
So let Mother’s Day be a time for us to remind ourselves that we are indeed blessed with the greatest love of all – one that stems from a mother’s pureness of heart and which will always remain steadfast and unconditional.