Sunday is MOTHER'S DAY...a day especially for MOTHERS, MOMS, MOMMYS, NANAYS, INAYS, INANGS, NANANGS, MUDRAS, KYOMIS, MAMALACIOUSES...

i never thought that one day, i'd end up so sentimental with days like this. i would usually just buy cards for my mom, grandma, my aunties, my friends, my coworkers. when i came here, things gave me a different perspective in life. i became more conscious of other people's feelings. i got more aware of the things that go on around me.

it's mother's day. my day. my mom's day. my aunties' day. my grandma's day. all of us have moms. some have stepmoms, foster moms, adoptive moms...still...they're still MOTHERS. me, i only have one mommy. her name is ROSE. she has 4 children and 5 grandchildren. she is a very simple person but a very extraordinary mother. we never agreed on anything when i was a kid. i would always object to everything that she wanted. i hated her strictness, her yakkity yakks, her nonstop bugging. but, what can i do? she's the mother in the house and i'm just the daughter. if i had another mother, i'm sure, she would have kicked my ass out of the house a long time ago. but, my MOMMY, she kept me in her arms. she kept me in her warm blanket. she kept me in a pleasant environment. she made sure that i was safe. she made sure that i was alright. she never cared if i was bad to her. all she knew was that she's my MOMMY. everything else did not matter.

too late for regrets, though. if i didn't make those mistakes in the past, i wouldn't learn that things can be done in a different and better way. now that i am a mother, and now that i am far from home, i realized that little by little, i start to understand every little thing that my mom told me, evey little detail that she taught me, every little move that she showed me, every little step that she took for me. she was never a bad mother. she was never a harsh mother. she was never an abusive mother. and now that i am more matured, i know that if she gave up on me, i wouldn't be the person i am now.

i am far from her but, with all the things that happened in those 2 years that i was away, we grew closer. our relationship right now is beyond compare. she transformed from being my mom to being my very best friend. i used to hate her calling me and checking up on me when i'm not yet home past curfew but, now, i long to hear her voice. i can't wait to get home and call her and talk to her. we burn the phone lines worse than those telebabad teen-agers. we would talk for hours and still text each other after we put down the phone. i tell her everything and i never felt so good sharing her my life, my thoughts, my dreams.

i love my mommy and i just hope that all kids learn to appreciate thier MOTHERS--those women who stay in the kitchen cooking all day, those women who chase the buses and the trains in the morning to go to work and in the afternoon to go home, those women who wash and iron uniforms, those women who hold your hands when you're scared in the dark, those women who kiss your bruised knee, those women who will never get tired loving their children unconditionally...

ROSE, WE LOVE YOU!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMS IN THE WORLD!

this is soooo true...right, kids?

WHEN GOD MADE MOMS

By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into his sixth day of working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one"? And the Lord answered and said, "Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have six pairs of hands."

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!" said the Angel.

The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"

"And that's just on the standard model?" The Angel asked.

The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yes, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head, are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."

The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."

"But I can't!" the Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"Yes, she is soft", the Lord agreed, "But I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?", asked the inquisitive Angel.

The Lord smiled and replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak." The Lord objected. "That is a tear!"

"What's the tear for? the Angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."

The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Truly, You do all things well... Moms are truly amazing!"

i have searched and searched for the perfect poem for mother's day to post for the "mommy" day...i realized that i will never find the perfect poem because the only perfect words for my mommy, my inang, my ninang, my titas, my kyomi, my mama, my mommy friends can only be found in my heart...

i had this in my inbox a long time ago. it was forwarded by my kumare, Michelle...sometimes I wish I can also place a call to God so He can answer my questions...

WHY WOMEN CRY

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in Her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

i want my friends to contemplate on this...agnes forwarded this to me months ago but i am still holding on to it and i'm keeping it here in my spot...i hope it gives you some good thoughts about the person you're with right now, the person you'll have soon, the person you had, the person you're dreaming of, the person you never had, the person who is still waiting for your attention...


KEEPING A RELATIONSHIP

An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye." Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem make you blind to warning signs.
Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important.

Once you decide to commit to someone, over time, their flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn how to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths.

You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.

Neither one of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other?
Do you bring out the best in each other?
Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?
What do you bring to the relationship?
Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?

You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship. Seeking status, sex, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.

What keeps a relationship strong?
- communication
- intimacy
- a sense of humor
- sharing household tasks
- some getaway time without business or children
- daily exchanges (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note)
- sharing common goals and interests
- giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure
- giving each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment
- asking God to be the center of your relationship.

If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty and pain replace the passion.

"A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself; to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart. (“,)

bakit ba lahat ng saya me kapalit na lungkot? bakittttt?