Mother's Day

Our phone company’s internet service crashed. Just when I was about to e-mail Mother’s Day greetings to my friends and relatives for Sunday-what a bummer! My cousin became a "club member" last April and she’s recovering from a set back that really kept us vigil with prayers and made me check my e-mail- more often for news. Alas, it’s already Monday and it’s kind of frustrating not to do what a girl needs to do.

I never got the chance to greet them, and a belated greeting is not really my thing. Anyway, for me, everyday is Mother’s Day, contrary to what others and commercialism perceived this “holiday” would be it’s not really a day off of sorts (since I always end up doing the dishes anyways).

Mother’s day for me is when:

· I hollered for the _nth time for my son to practice his math, brush his teeth, and fix his bag for his summer class, yet he manages to clean up his toys- on his own

· He “forgets” his bottle inside his backpack and constantly bugs his baby sister while the latter quietly plays alone-yet he manages to keep an eye on her when it’s mommy’s time to cook

· He suffered allergies and constantly sneezes at an ungodly hour, or had an asthma attack right before a family event, yet he independently gets his inhaler and reminds me that it’s time to take his Seretide.

· My baby daughter’s crankiness due to teething provokes her to pull anybody’s hair within her arms reach, and penchant for biting my nipple to the fullest before and after feeding. But after getting what she needs she would smile and say “mymy” her term for mommy.

· Her interest in whatever “mommy does” or wherever “mommy goes to” that prevents me to cook or clean the house as scheduled- which brings me to the question- Is there such a thing as “schedule”?

· At the end of a busy day, my kids miraculously sleep an hour earlier than their usual sleep.

Someone said that being a mother is a thankless job, I agree, but… It is often the little things that count- and that is gratitude enough for me.