Back when I was a lad, I still remember Mom telling me that my birthday is indeed a lucky day (just don’t mind the year, though). Why? It is because of the number ‘8’, simply the way you write it, that is from up, going down, then up again. She was so right! At first it was just a mere nod for me (after all, what can a juvenile mind comprehend then? Nothing but juvenile thoughts as well). Not until I deciphered things in my adulthood that I came to be convinced of what she actually meant by those words – not because it posited the idea of infinity; it was rather something else. And with that, she was so right…
In contrast to my father, she’s just the entire opposite. Whilst the former echoes the idea of a pessimist, perhaps due to his upbringing and unwell experiences with his job, the latter is so filled with optimism. And that’s from whom I did get the sense of optimism that I usually possess.
She’s hardworking, diligent enough, amiable and, like a typical woman, sentimental – but just leave the tears alone, because she’s still is a lady of strength. When both parents got separated, it was an entire disaster for us all. I for myself was impelled to take a break from the walls of the seminary because it had an effect on my formation. Furthermore, all finances from him have also been cut off. You could just imagine how terrible this scenario is for her. But she knew she has to let go and weave things on her own. It is exactly on this consequence where I say I truly admire her – modestly because she did not stop to where she was; she managed to stand on her own, let go of the past, embrace whatever tomorrow brings her. One more thing that kept her on her feet is her faith – a faith that inspires me to pursue still with my vocation. As of now she runs a small business as a florist and a class B caterer. Quite indefinite, though, in earnings because they yield in their meekest means but what really counts is that she is able to keep them up.
In her own ordinary ways, I say that she’s a paragon. She is able to surpass things which seem to drown her… But no; her own simple examples are those which tell me that I have to do the same: never give up.
I am thankful that God gave me such a wonderful creature: one who reared me, taught me things, ushered me into the vast arena of reality. I wish to reciprocate all the kindness and sacrifice that she did for us. But I believe it’s not until the godly-ordained time that I and my siblings will be able to make it then. Time being, let God do the shower of subtle and profound rewards continue. In truth, she may have been the ideal mom for us – but the way she was and still is, is the best mom for us.
Perhaps from here you may try to decipher what then is behind the figure of your birthday. If it is the number eight, then I say perhaps, you’re lucky as I am. Kudos to all moms!