Mommy

Only very few people knew the real story of  who raised me. This post is solely dedicated to the very person who molded and showered me with unconditional love and care, my Aunt. She's single and I call her my Mommy Linda. I would do everything, anything for her.

Mommy is a retired teacher, a very dedicated teacher. Her students admire her so much. Who wouldn't? She's brilliant. Who can forget that periodic table in our Chemistry class? I'm proud to say that my mommy memorized all the chemical elements in it including the atomic number and the number of protons in an atom's nucleus. Amazing, right? She's also a genius in Math and a good public speaker. That's my Mommy. In school where she worked, she's one of the most admired teachers but for me she's my champion, my mentor, my friend  and my life.

Yes, I knew my biological parents but they did not raise me for reasons I don't know. I don't hate my parents just to clear things. I grew up with my aunt. She raised me since I was 4. She sent me to school from pre-school until I graduated college. When I was a kid, whenever she had seminars to any places in Mindanao she tagged me along, it's always been like that until my high school days. We both can't live without each other I guess. Now that I'm working away from her, I can't manage not to see her in more than 3 months. I have to go home coz I miss talking to her, hugging her, sharing meals and going to church with her. Mommy loves the role I play in her life, even if  Im not hers biologically. I can feel her deep love towards me. I may not have a mother/father-daughter bonding but I have my outpouring Mommy's love. I'm totally okay with it. Really.

Some were asking why she did not get married. She said that her being single is a matter of circumstance. She simply haven't found the right guy at the right time. She's happy being who she is because she's loved and will always be.

I'm just so lucky to have her, she seems to see only the positive side of life despite the problems we have. Close my eyes and I can hear her laughter. I can't get enough of  her detailed story of everything and anything under the sun, transporting herself and you back to that time in history for the full experience. Her life has not been a bed of roses. She has had her share of sadness,  but she picks herself up and carries on. 

My Mommy is a people's person attracting friends from all walks of life. Very helpful. In fact she's a successful politician, she's on her last term now as a councilor in our place.

As for me, when I look at  Mommy's eyes, I only see goodness.  I feel her love and know in my heart that no matter what my flaws or my shortcomings, those are unimportant in the grand scheme of things.  I am basically loved for who and what I am by her. 

This is the gift that she gives to everyone and especially to me. It is the reminder that life may have heavy loads, you may have fears, you may not always get what you want, but the most important thing is to always see the good and enjoy the presence of all that surrounds you.

I love you, Mommy. I can't wait to be with you with your first travel to Manila. I'll see you soon. I miss you terribly so.