How Blessed are We?

in Family & Friends10 months ago

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I realized today how much I suck at being a daughter.

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Around 1 am today I craved my mom's breaded porkchop so I immediately messaged her on Facebook to tell her that I wanted this for lunch.

Then it hit me.

It was Mother's Day today and here I am barking orders at my mom.

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During lunch, without fail. She cooked and prepared the breaded porkchop.

I found myself knawing at these perfectly crispy on the outside juicy on the inside breaded pork chops. It was a bit sour, I think she put too much calamansi on it but no we're not going to complain to her today. To counter the sourness, I ate some of the Pansit Canton she also cooked. This is my normal thought process when it comes to food. My mom probably made me like this. Welp.

But this lunchtime, my mind's also filled with other thoughts. Mostly, guilt, gratitude, and the chop's sourness. Just kidding. I am filled with so many emotions that I began to construct a poem in my mind. I told myself that I will complete it today and share it with others.


But first a short background of my familial relationships...

My mom and I have a normal relationship. We talk when we need to work on chores in the house or we talk about food. I learned how to cook because of my Mom but not because she taught me. Growing up, she fed me good food. Now, I can discern what ingredients are in a dish as long as I am familiar with the ingredient. However, even if I can cook good food, my mom's cooking is still different and I can never replicate it even with the same recipe.

My mom frequently asks me where I am

At this age, my mom still worries about me. Well yeah, that's what moms do. I guess the best we can do is to not intentionally ignore their calls and answer them properly. I know some of you guys do this too especially when you're swamped with tasks or work. But yeah would giving them a few of your minutes hurt your job? I doubt.


My family is a bit different from others. We all eat together during lunch but we don't really talk about ourselves nor do we ask each other how we're doing. This is given since we all have "acts of service" as a love language. We seldom thank each other, we rarely express our love with words, and we don't really hug or even beso unless there's a special occasion like birthdays, Mother/Father's Day, and Christmas.

Even so, I am not really good with words verbally and might think that most of the time I suck at being a daughter. I know that I grew up properly. I know that my Mother is proud of who I am today and I will continue to aspire to be someone she can be proud of. Not instantly, but I know I will get there someday. I hope that she'll still be there to see me prosper.


In a way, I wanted to celebrate this day by putting my thoughts into a blog and dedicating a simple tribute.

I wrote a simple poem today to appreciate all the moms out there!


How Blessed Are We?

Hey Mom!
How blessed are we?
You cradled us within your bodies
We came out to this world flawless
YOU -- left stretched, tired, full of doubts
but welcomed us with smiles

Hello Mommy!
How blessed are we?
You ran to us as we walked
When we're sick you cried
Each moment you cherished
You made us your world

Dear Mama!
How blessed are we?
Our mistakes, you forgive
All our needs, you gave
The little things we did, you appreciate
Our very existence, you create

Dearest Mother!
How blessed are we?
You grow older each day
Yet you think of us every day
Even when you have nothing to say
I know you're always there to stay

Our beloved Nanay!
How blessed are we?
We forget how you love us
We forget to give our thanks
We forget to share our lives
Yet you welcome us with open arms

Thank you, Ma
For all the times you fought
For providing me comfort
For all of the love, care, and support
For pouring out your heart

I know I'm blessed to have you as my Mother.
Happy Mother's Day


I'm not sure how I'll deliver this to my mom. I will probably die of embarrassment if I wrote this down on a card and give it to her. She'll probably be shocked and hysterically cry. I'm not sure if I really want to see that. haha. But I am still contemplating. I mean, what are words if they can't reach the people they're for? right?

Hopefully, I get the courage to tell my mom these words but right now I'll stick to doing what I can. Giving her cooking honest feedback. Just kidding.


I hope you all are having a nice Sunday. Spending time with your family is a moment we usually take for granted so cherish it~

Again

Happy Mother's Day to all our unique and simply beautiful moms out there!


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I learned how to cook because of my Mom but not because she taught me. Growing up, she fed me good food. Now, I can discern what ingredients are in a dish as long as I am familiar with the ingredient. However, even if I can cook good food, my mom's cooking is still different and I can never replicate it even with the same recipe.

Same-same, since recipe books isn't that rampant back then pacham na luto is always on the go, and who's the best at doing such our moms. I learned how to cook and differentiate food as well thanks to my mom's cooking thus when I left for good in our house it is already a sign that I should be in-charge of cooking. The cutting still working out pa ako dyan may fear parin ako sa kutsilyo, pang stab sa kaaway kayang-kaya pero pag cut ng veggies medyo ilag muna tayo dyan.

I suddenly miss my mom :( we talk naman via videocall pero iba parin ang physical eme Christmas pa ata yung last na uwi namin di ko nadin sure haha.

That was a poem full of love and thankfulness. The poem will have a place in your mother's heart and mind only if you could read it in front of her and then giving a card with that poem to her so she will have something to read in the future.

Aww, your poem was heartfelt 😍

What a nice poem, Carl... While reading it, I had teary eyes. 🥺 I just remember my mom in this poem. I'm missing her so much and all her recipies, too. It's been 5 years since she was gone... I can now only hug her in my imagination. Well, that's life, we'll just see each other again! ☺💞

Happy Mother's Day to your Mom, Carl. 💞 Just do the things you'd like to do while you're still together. You'll never regret it. 😊