On May 13, Sunday, as we were on our way home, I looked at my mother who had an angry expression written all over her face, as she wanted me and my sister to hurry up. For a moment, I reminisced those times when she held me in her arms. I’ve seen that angry face a number of times before, which usually served as an intro to a bit of scolding. Though there are wrinkles now, these didn’t hide the look of worry, rather than anger, that she really had. I was lucky enough to be with her on that special day, Mother’s day.
I cannot say thank you enough to mother who had carried me for 9 months in her womb and who else took special care of me when I was sick. I remember her running to my high school when she heard I was sick. It was 3 hours away from where she was and she simply made a decision to leave all her work behind and drive all the way there to take me home. Indeed, I believe that most, if not all, mothers still think that their kids are still in their wombs. We came from our mothers and there is an extraordinary connection that children and mothers share.
I’ve long thought of all the women who have played a special role in my life; my sister, my best friends, my classmates -but I’ll only have one mother. I could’ve had many sisters, more and more best friends, even more classmates, but, yes, I’ll only have ONE mother. I can’t bear to think of having another; I wouldn’t be here at all if I didn’t have her. I didn’t choose her; God chose her for me and for that, I am eternally grateful.
- by Paul Alvarez