Long before you and Dad rewarded me my first ever cellphone, you've always wanted to have a good communication relationship with your kids.
Our home is a fantastic environment wherein almost everything are being talked about (minus the taboo, of course) and the most amazing part of it is that you allow your kids to be the person that we are meant to be. In many incidents that I hear a friend or two talking about how their parents never seem to understand what they're going through or that their parents are always getting into their nerves or that their parents meddle with their own affairs or that their parents read their diary and private letters, I cannot help but feel so damned blessed to have such wonderful parents like you.
Everytime we have conflicts at home and before you decide that I should be grounded for weeks - you talk to me first, listen to my woes and tell me that I should be learning from every mistake that I make. You taught me what being responsible is all about.
Although, you and Dad are such good providers, you never give in to our every whims and wants. I remember when I was in 2nd grade and I want that knapsack bag with a clock on it so badly that I always cry to Dad just for him to buy me one and you were so decided not to buy me one just yet. You said that I should get very good grades first before I can have that bag. I worked like hell everyday just to make sure that I get very good grades and when the day of distribution of cards came, I was the proudest when I got no grades below 85. I phoned you and was I the happiest 7 year old alive when that night I got my yellow bag and a pencil case with push buttons!
From that day on, I never do things half-heartedly because I know all my efforts will be rewarded.
It was also at home when I learned that respect is gained. Macky and I were fighting because I played with his matchbox without asking permission. Oh boy! That was such a disaster. Nana Pacing even had to bring out Dad's belt and threatened that she will spank us using that. When you got home, you immediately talked to the both of us and told me that for my younger siblings to respect me, I should be respectable; that if I want to be honored, I should be honorable.
Do you also remember that day when I asked you why don't I have the same skin color as you do? I cried so hard but you consoled me by saying, I don't have to have a white complexion to be pretty. I don't even have to invest on my physical appearance because at the end of the day, what matters is that I have a good heart and I feed my mind and be smart. And so, I grew up investing in my soul and not in my mere physical appearance. You said that the day will come when one will grow old and all that is beautiful today will fade tomorrow.
Mom, everybody knows that I was, still am and will always be Daddy's little girl but may you always know that I am more than honored and blessed to have such a wonderful and loving mother like you. Do you remember the nights when I'd sleep in your room, I'd drink my milk and you your tea and then we'll just talk all night and then I'd always cry? Wow, Ma! These are my treasures. I know we're never the Mom and daughter tandem but there is always something about you being my Mom that makes me the bravest as I face the everyday challenges.
Thank you for everything, Ma.
You're well loved!
Happy Birthday!
Our home is a fantastic environment wherein almost everything are being talked about (minus the taboo, of course) and the most amazing part of it is that you allow your kids to be the person that we are meant to be. In many incidents that I hear a friend or two talking about how their parents never seem to understand what they're going through or that their parents are always getting into their nerves or that their parents meddle with their own affairs or that their parents read their diary and private letters, I cannot help but feel so damned blessed to have such wonderful parents like you.
Everytime we have conflicts at home and before you decide that I should be grounded for weeks - you talk to me first, listen to my woes and tell me that I should be learning from every mistake that I make. You taught me what being responsible is all about.
Although, you and Dad are such good providers, you never give in to our every whims and wants. I remember when I was in 2nd grade and I want that knapsack bag with a clock on it so badly that I always cry to Dad just for him to buy me one and you were so decided not to buy me one just yet. You said that I should get very good grades first before I can have that bag. I worked like hell everyday just to make sure that I get very good grades and when the day of distribution of cards came, I was the proudest when I got no grades below 85. I phoned you and was I the happiest 7 year old alive when that night I got my yellow bag and a pencil case with push buttons!
From that day on, I never do things half-heartedly because I know all my efforts will be rewarded.
It was also at home when I learned that respect is gained. Macky and I were fighting because I played with his matchbox without asking permission. Oh boy! That was such a disaster. Nana Pacing even had to bring out Dad's belt and threatened that she will spank us using that. When you got home, you immediately talked to the both of us and told me that for my younger siblings to respect me, I should be respectable; that if I want to be honored, I should be honorable.
Do you also remember that day when I asked you why don't I have the same skin color as you do? I cried so hard but you consoled me by saying, I don't have to have a white complexion to be pretty. I don't even have to invest on my physical appearance because at the end of the day, what matters is that I have a good heart and I feed my mind and be smart. And so, I grew up investing in my soul and not in my mere physical appearance. You said that the day will come when one will grow old and all that is beautiful today will fade tomorrow.
Mom, everybody knows that I was, still am and will always be Daddy's little girl but may you always know that I am more than honored and blessed to have such a wonderful and loving mother like you. Do you remember the nights when I'd sleep in your room, I'd drink my milk and you your tea and then we'll just talk all night and then I'd always cry? Wow, Ma! These are my treasures. I know we're never the Mom and daughter tandem but there is always something about you being my Mom that makes me the bravest as I face the everyday challenges.
Thank you for everything, Ma.
You're well loved!
Happy Birthday!
