Most kids would think that they are blessed with the best mother or father any son or daughter could ever wish for. I feel the same way. I feel lucky and thank God everyday for giving me to my parents.
And today is my precious mother’s birthday (It’s June 8th now in the Philippines). Being far away from her and missing her hugs and kisses and cooking, makes me want to just pack my bags and catch the next flight home. If only it was that easy.
But enough of the sappy, sad stuff. Today is a celebration of life, my mother’s and mine, because without her, all that I am and have accomplished, will never have been possible.
Happy Birthday Mama, I love you. You are and will always be my life.
By Angel and Chaos
Mommy has been worried lately. We know she is. She hides it, pretending that everything is ok. She’s always keeping herself busy so she wouldn’t have time to think. She keeps coming home with new stuff. (Yeah, we know of her sickness because she tells us that her only cure is retail therapy where after her therapy she comes home with bags of new clothes or books or whatever. We are just wondering why our vet doesn’t give us new things when we go visit for therapy.)
Anyway, she’s been worried about our cousin Teo, he is Mommy’s baby sister’s little boy. Mommy said that cousin Teo had to undergo surgery yesterday which is why Mommy was preoccupied and always holding her cellphone. We would lick her face and rest our heads on her lap, but when she looks at us, she has this blank gaze, like she doesn’t really see us.
This morning, Mommy told us that the surgery was finished and that baby Teo was ok. We know that she misses them, specially during times like this, we know that she sometimes wish we were all in the Philippines where we can comfort each other with belly rubs and wet kisses.
I woke up yesterday morning to a disappointed voice scolding someone who did his business on the living room carpet. Because this wasn’t the first time he did this, I got up and punished little Chaos for the mess he made. It totally broke my heart and I ended up crying!
I don’t understand, he’s been such a good boy, always doing what he’s supposed to, where he’s supposed to. Only after his operation do we come home, or wake up, to little surprises all over the NO zone. I was thinking he could be acting up, or punishing me for something. Whatever his reasons, I hope he knows it’s breaking my heart everytime I have to scold him or punish him for doing bad.
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