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It was a stormy evening. The rain poured relentlessly from the skies and the sound of rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning gave a terrifying finish to an already gloomy surrounding.
The Nipa thatch roof offered a weak resistance against the violent rain and small puddles of water were slowly forming on the floor. Nowhere else to go for cover except the wooden kama (bed), where she eventually hid the kids to protect them from the harsh weather.
And she scurried to finish her cooking in a detached dirty kitchen, connected but outside of the house. She braved the cruel storm to provide everyone something hot to put in their tummy. And she did more than that.
She may have thought I have forgotten that scene from the distant past but I have not. Maybe not ever.
The Nipa thatch roof offered a weak resistance against the violent rain and small puddles of water were slowly forming on the floor. Nowhere else to go for cover except the wooden kama (bed), where she eventually hid the kids to protect them from the harsh weather.
And she scurried to finish her cooking in a detached dirty kitchen, connected but outside of the house. She braved the cruel storm to provide everyone something hot to put in their tummy. And she did more than that.
She may have thought I have forgotten that scene from the distant past but I have not. Maybe not ever.
My mother. She –with my father- brought us where we are now.
And we are still far from being glimmering rich now, but through all the comfortable trapping we have, I will not forget everything she did for us. Through all the love. The sacrifices. The lessons. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother.
Of course, there are times we do not see eye to eye, but I love her. She’s our anchor. Our light. Our strength.
And we are still far from being glimmering rich now, but through all the comfortable trapping we have, I will not forget everything she did for us. Through all the love. The sacrifices. The lessons. I'm so blessed to have her as my mother.
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Of course, there are times we do not see eye to eye, but I love her. She’s our anchor. Our light. Our strength.
12 comments:
Mothers are a precious gift from God, I miss my momma terribly.
what a lovely post, Zen ... made me miss my mother more.
take care!
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That is beautiful Zenaida!
Thank you for praying for my family---my sister especially.
Your blog is an inspiration!
That was really a precious post! Mothers are so wonerful and such a gift!
What a great TT post. Mom's are so special. God Bless!
This is a beautiful post. There can never be anyone quite like our mothers.
How beautiful. Your Mom sounds amazing, now we know where you get it from Zam.
This is a beautiful post! You pulled me in, I felt I was in that home. What a rich legacy you have. Like you said, more than the trappings of wealth, the rich moments of past memories is priceless.
Have a blessed week.
Oh, Zam, what a wonderful tribute to your mom (and dad). It is so wonderful to have parents that take care of us when were children. We have a lot to be thankful for - I am totally with you there.
Thank you so much for sharing your grateful heart with us this week.
Blessings on your weekend, my friend.
Sweet read! Mama to the rescue!
Oh Zam,
What an absolutely precious post. I love your mother and I pray I meet her in heaven.
Wonderful Post. Love you, Lynn
Very touchy entry mamah!Usahay makahilak man ko makahinumdom sa akong nanay.Labi na mag kasakit ko ug sakitan ko like katong pagpanganak nako.Sya intawon akong guina sangpit!
cheh
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