A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us; when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.--Washington Irving
Parents, most especially moms, are the ones that are so attached to their kids. This may be brought about since they are the ones that are entitled and are the ones that are obliged to be the caretakers. From the moment the fertilized egg turns into a fetus, then to a baby, then into becoming a kid, to a teenager then to becoming a mother, mothers are the ones that keep an extra keen eye on their siblings. This relationship is perfectly articulated in the work of Maxine Kumin, in her poem The Journey. As presented, the mom prepares her thirteen year old daughter towards venturing a new set of people, in an entirely different world. On a personal note, I would have to say that I too, experience the same. Every time I leave the house for school, it seems that my mom would not want me to take another step onward,as if staying with her would be safest for me. I could see from a far her fake smile, connoting that every step I take further pains her much. How much more when I would permanently separate her for I too have to take my own life? Walk through life without her shadow? Would the pain of me leaving her, kill her?? I have thought of it for some time already, and by just thinking of it, I have realized that I would not stand a single day without her.
Fear of Abandonment, I guess, is how I should call it. I fear that without her, everything would not be handed in a silver-platter; that without her, I would be miserable; that without her, I would not be loved and taken-cared off this much; that without her, I may die, I may not survive.
If it fears me much, how much more to my mom? I have consulted her with the issue, and asked her directly, and she simply smiled and said, "I'd rather take all the misery than give you a dash of it." Her words never left my consciousness, her advices never leave the corners of my mind. I have to grow, not just for myself but grow for my parents, most especially for my mom, so that in turn, she would have this sense of fulfillment having been able to do her job. I have to be strong, not for myself, but for her. And though it pains me more than she could ever imagine, I have to do it in her behalf!
. . . Every mother is like Moses, she does not enter the promise land; she prepares a world she will not see (Pope John Paul VI)
Parents, most especially moms, are the ones that are so attached to their kids. This may be brought about since they are the ones that are entitled and are the ones that are obliged to be the caretakers. From the moment the fertilized egg turns into a fetus, then to a baby, then into becoming a kid, to a teenager then to becoming a mother, mothers are the ones that keep an extra keen eye on their siblings. This relationship is perfectly articulated in the work of Maxine Kumin, in her poem The Journey. As presented, the mom prepares her thirteen year old daughter towards venturing a new set of people, in an entirely different world. On a personal note, I would have to say that I too, experience the same. Every time I leave the house for school, it seems that my mom would not want me to take another step onward,as if staying with her would be safest for me. I could see from a far her fake smile, connoting that every step I take further pains her much. How much more when I would permanently separate her for I too have to take my own life? Walk through life without her shadow? Would the pain of me leaving her, kill her?? I have thought of it for some time already, and by just thinking of it, I have realized that I would not stand a single day without her.
Fear of Abandonment, I guess, is how I should call it. I fear that without her, everything would not be handed in a silver-platter; that without her, I would be miserable; that without her, I would not be loved and taken-cared off this much; that without her, I may die, I may not survive.
If it fears me much, how much more to my mom? I have consulted her with the issue, and asked her directly, and she simply smiled and said, "I'd rather take all the misery than give you a dash of it." Her words never left my consciousness, her advices never leave the corners of my mind. I have to grow, not just for myself but grow for my parents, most especially for my mom, so that in turn, she would have this sense of fulfillment having been able to do her job. I have to be strong, not for myself, but for her. And though it pains me more than she could ever imagine, I have to do it in her behalf!
. . . Every mother is like Moses, she does not enter the promise land; she prepares a world she will not see (Pope John Paul VI)
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