I’m a female and one day I may or may not be one. Heck I’m ½ mother already to my sisters so I’m not afraid of future childcare horrors.
“What? You swallowed a torch? Who’s torch? Daddy’s torch? Well, at least now you don’t have to be afraid of the dark anymore.”
Anyway, today is not about me, today is all about Mothers. Old mothers, young mothers, hawt mothers, single mothers, tired mothers, adopted mothers, grandmothers, the mother you never knew, the mother you thought you knew, yeah, all of them.
My mom had a though time with her first two born kids. First one (me) couldn’t wait to see the fire works and insisted in witnessing the coming of the new year. There ya go, one end of the year baby. Only I was born on the 30th, not the 31st.
Mom thought maybe she would be a bit luckier the next round. Well, she was kinda.
My brother came along 5 years later. Smack in the middle of the Chinese New Year Celebrations. How lucky is that? He was the heaviest baby in the ward at the time. Go figure. He’s now a 6 feet tall walking sack of meat.
My mother and I never understand each other. I ceased understanding her when I was about 13 or 14, when she said that one of my sketches looked horrible. Okay, I was 2/3 spoiled at the time. Moving on.
When we were kids, she loved to experiment in cooking and feed us all sort of stuff. My brother and I would laugh over her dishes, cooked up oh so long time ago in her small kitchen of the maid quarters in the Panaga area.Let’s see…there was the roast chicken in this tiny roasting oven she got. It was black on the outside and raw in the inside. Then there was the pizza where the crust was so hard, we used steak knives to saw through it. In the end we just ate the toppings. (>_<)
Mom is also a superwoman and a ½. When she’s not out rescuing her clients from dust bunnies, she out conquering Shah Bandar (a nature reserve with 11 hills, nature’s creation to challenge you into a fitter lifestyle, or kill you.) with her group of superhero friends. They are the Hashing League. They go out every Wednesdays evenings, fighting bugs and leeches, clay caked hills and muddy paths all in the name of health and fitness. She comes back home grinning from ear to ear. Captain Planet would salute her.
Okay, I admit, my mom is one good looking gal. I guess she’s a tad disappointed that I didn’t follow her footsteps. My dad would tell me stories of how he won mom from her string of admirers. Okay, he might be stretching it a bit, but heck, who cares, its fun to listen. I’ve seen pictures of my mom when she was at my age. There’s little Lady Knife beside her, looking like a teeny tiny whiny chinesey girl with her bob cut. My mom was already a mom of two kids at my age. Damn. I don’t know if I have that kind strength, yet…
I want to say to my mother today “Thanks mom for raising us and putting up with all our crap.”
But I didn’t…cuz she’ll think I’m being sarcastic.
So I bought her flowers instead. Words she might not understand, but actions, yeah, louder than words. Anytime.
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