An Open Letter To My Director of Operations
I want to wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day! What you do and who you are changes little lives. It’s likely your hardest and your most underappreciated life role. I am not a mom yet but I know that motherhood is a tough 24 hour job that has no pay, no day off, resignation is impossible and yet oh so fulfilling. For a mother is a woman created by God to bring love, joy, happiness, and caring into this big, harsh world. In fact, a mom is a 100% all-around angel on Earth.
Few weeks before Mother’s Day, I saw this video posted by my previous Unit Manager Daryl, and it really warmed my heart and made me appreciate my mom even more. If the video below won’t melt the ice in your heart just a bit, then I don’t know what else will.
An Open Letter To My Director of Operations
Dear Mommy Cors,
It is safe to say everyone knows you are my biggest role model, but since today is Mother’s day, I get to remind the whole world again.
I know that words will never be enough for everything that you have done for me (and for our whole family), still, allow me to say my piece and show you my appreciation.
Ma, you are an incredible mother. Out of all the moms in the world, I am so glad that you are mine, for I know that if it would’ve been any other, they might have already given up on me. Raising me took you a lot of patience because I know that out of the three of us, I am your problem child.
Remember when I was about 4, and Manang Neneng almost turned our house upside down, crying, and looking for me. Even our neighbors Inday Donna and Lola Pina helped her, only to find out that I walked alone from home to the baranggay gym just to play in peryahan? And that night when you scolded me about it, I was proud to say that I somehow “obeyed” you and Papa because I took note of your advices about being wary and safe from stray dogs and strangers, thus I brought a stick taller than me for “protection”. Though that reasoning did not save my ass from the belt, it’s still worth a shot. Fast forward to my elementary years, you’d always catch me during class hours outside my classroom, either playing with some random kid or busy making myself fat in the canteen, with no sense of fear whatsoever from my teacher. And every time it happens, you’d ask me why I’m outside, I’d just simply reply that “I’m bored”. Compare that to my brother and sister, whom according to what I’ve heard from you, Nanay Pat, and Titas, are just obediently sitting inside the room, even waiting to be picked up after their dismissal. In high school, brother bear joined Boy Scouts, while sister bear joined Girl Scouts. I tried joining Girl Scouts as well, but dropped after just first two meetings because I wanted something more to push me to my limits (no offense to BSP and GSP). I wanted something different. I joined CAT Officers Training. It was during those times when you and papa would get upset because it’s either I’d come home late and mark-free, or I’d come home early with a lot of bruises or sunburn. In college, both of them decided to follow your path and take up some business-related course, while I chose a different path again. University years were a struggling year for both us: I am struggling and confused as to what I really wanted, you were struggling to push me to ace my degree and finish it. When I graduated university, a new set of challenges from me was given to you. I’d come home late, sometimes tipsy. I’d quit my job just after a year and some months because it doesn’t challenge me anymore. I’d go on overnight trips (with yours and Papa’s permission, of course) because I wanted to explore what’s outside our city. I even left and traded our comfortable, nurturing home to a rented, small, and uncomfortable room just to live in a city where I don’t know anyone, don’t know the language, and haven’t even step foot before because I wanted to have “the feel” of being independent. And I know that with all those actions that I’ve done, I burdened your heart. Maybe there are few perks in between, like passing the Licensure Exam, or being part of prestigious companies, but I know it’ll never be enough to compensate.
You see, I know I’m not even a half of a bad apple like the others, who’d sneak out of the house at midnight just to party, or who’d run away from home, or drop out of school for no reason or even silly reason like love life, or do drugs, or sell drugs, or go into prostitution, or whatever, but still, if you compare me to my siblings who are, let’s say “mellow”, I am quite a handful. And yet, not a single sign of you giving up on me. You stayed behind me every step of the way. You held me on, pushed me on. You believed that I can become a better version of myself, EVERY DAY.
Everything I am, you helped me to be. And just like what I said earlier, words will never be enough. I love you Mama, in ways no words could ever even try to explain. Hopefully over the years, I made you feel loved and appreciated, in my own little actions. I’ll never get tired of trying and showing you how special you are to me and how much you mean to me. Even if you’re too old and too wrinkly, I’d still do the little things I do for you. I’d still be the one to comb your hair every time you go out, or even look for the songs for you in the Hymnario every church day. I’d still help you out pick which dress would look good on you for your Maninay duties in weddings or party invites. I would be around to comfort you every time you have concerns about your health, or even when you just feel bad about the little things that doesn’t even matter. I WILL BE THERE MA because you were there for me when I got no one and when nobody believed in me.
You’re the strength that gets me through and you’re the one who never fails me when I do. THANK YOU MAMA. Thank you for watering me with love, feeding me with encouragement, and nourishing me with time and energy. Thank you for every life lessons you’ve taught me. Thank you (and papa) for showing what true love is, and what relationships are made of. Thank you for showing me what motherhood is. I can only hope and pray, that if ever I’m gonna have my own offspring(s) someday, I can be even just half as good and awesome as you.
I’m so proud to be your kid. I’m blessed to be your daughter, and I am thankful every single day of my life that you are my mother.
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy!!
Love and cuddles,
I love how we don’t have to say out loud that even though I am your little black sheep, I am still your favorite child.
(Sorry Toto and Inday. Hahahaha. Love you!)
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