“She who can take the place of all others, but whose place no one else can take…” — Gaspard Mermillod
Whenever this day comes, I can’t help but get emotional. I feel so lucky that God gave me a mother like my mama.
Whenever someone would say something like:
My mother used to pinch me when I was a kid, or
She loves to pull my hair when I did something wrong, or
She’s such a nagger, etc.
I couldn’t relate because I didn’t experience those things with my mama. She never hit us nor yelled at us. As in never…
She’s just always the caring, understanding, forgiving and loving mother. She’s not perfect, no one is. And I’m such a flawed daughter myself.
There were times that we would have a discussion over something, it’s inevitable. But that’s one of the things I love about her. When we don’t agree on something, she makes me feel safe to voice out my opinion. That after the disagreement, I would never doubt her love for me.
Her humility is also one for the books. She’s not the type who would feel entitled or that she’s always right just because she’s a mother. I hope I’ll be able to imitate that.
Through her life, I was reminded that I can have a soft heart but still remain as hard as a rock in challenging times. A heart that is strong enough to forgive. A heart that always seeks to serve rather than be served. A heart that never gets tired of loving and caring, without expecting anything in return. A heart that is after God’s own heart…