AgeMy mom hits the big
5 -
O today. Which means that..
She's
half-a-century old! Eek okay let's not put it that way.
My mom's the superwoman. She still plays
Pickleball (and has even won a doubles competition before), takes over running the lan shop from my dad when he's not free, does almost all the housework, is a great singer, was a U-18 national hockey player, is a patient, wise and efficient mother and wife.
Most importantly, she's one of the most godly women I know.
At 50, she looks almost nothing different from the picture below. No white hair, just slightly less hair and crow's feet. Her secret? Exercise!

I'm glad that our relationship has picked up tons from the last time I was still a pubescent teen who thought was
mature enough to handle her own life. Ha ha ha.
I wonder if my mom already knew how much trouble I would be giving her when I grew up. Look at my angelic face can! HA.
Ironic as it seems, the mask I wore in the picture continued to be worn as the years passed. The older I became, the less I spoke at home, so much so that my mom actually 'ambushed' me in situations (think eating lunch) just to talk to me. And each time she did, I kept quiet or brushed all her questions off with a grunt (not my snorts).
But at school, I was nothing I was at home. Before each year began, my mom would always say the same thing: "I hope to receive less phone calls from the school this year hor." Hey, I don't get into trouble on purpose. I'm just plain unlucky alright. Never mind, you won't believe me no matter how much I explain unless you were my classmates.
I'm not rebellious. I'm just.. Playful. And my smart mouth always stood up for what I believed in. Okay, it
used to.
Anyway, it was the self-centered me who didn't give two hoots about what embarrassment and shame my mom was being put into with all the principal and teacher meetings. I didn't understand her rationale for all the leashes she put around my neck, and I thought she was super unreasonable.
I was the unreasonable one.
To cut the long story short, it was only early this year when I thoroughly realised what a failure I had been. My parents brought me up unconditionally and with so much, yet I so often swiped all their effort into the drain. I lived my life as I wanted, I took them for granted.
When I was all busy with school projects and stuff, mom avoided asking me to do the housework no matter how busy or tired she'd be. Breakfast was prepared without fail every morning, and at every sign of irritation I showed, she'd back off nicely and try to appease my anger. And I'd try to compromise and let go of the irritation in me.
"Honour your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you." - Exodus 20:12The only commandment of the 10 which came with a promise, yet it has always been an adage - a "saying". Instead of saying, live it.
Two-way communication is essential, I feel.
I'm always thankful to God that I have a happy family and good parents. We may not be in the best of financial abilities anymore, but this has not broken us apart in any way.
Perhaps the day a child understands the hardship of being a parent and learns proper respect, is the day a parent knows that their job has been fufilled. Because the child has truly grown up.
"The world may forsake you, but God and us [your family] will never." - Mom
Mom's my role model, and I love her.
(I still don't have the guts to say that to her, 'cos I never had the guts to say that to anyone except for God.)