One of the earliest memories about my Mom that I have as a child was the moment she arrived from work one afternoon. I can vividly remember her glowing smile and excitement to see me after that day’s work. I remember I hollered ‘Mama’ right when I saw her coming with an overflowing amount of joy that I ran quickly towards her with open arms for a tight embrace. Upon approaching, however, she let a golden brown coconut roll come my way. She instructed me to stop it from rolling. I obeyed and did catch the coconut. Mama reached and held me afterwards. I received my reward: a warm embrace and a kiss. I was about five years old that time.
Mama is a remarkable Filipina woman who survived the pains and struggles of a mother and a wife. She is one daughter of God who shared and showed such unconditional love for Papa and the rest of us in the family. Apart from being a mother, she is an educator by profession, a classic home-made cake baker in the community, a store and direct selling manager, a farmer, a family nurse, a counselor, a budget officer, etc.
Mama allowed us to grow in a home where basic values and family members were given paramount importance. We were raised as God-fearing children. She learned God through her lessons and the altar on the receiving area on the second floor which served as our recharging station. She introduced us to God during our early years. I remember she would hold me up and allow me to stand on the arm rest of the pew during Sunday masses so I can have the feel on what’s going on inside the church when we communicate with God.
I say I’m thankful that God chose her to be the instrument for us to personally know God. I’m truly grateful.
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