I just realize something, Mom has a story to tell. She always does. But most of the time, I am too busy regarding her as a mother, a wife, a teacher; not as the core of who she is, a woman. She has her childhood stories. She made her own mistakes. She holds her own regrets. And she makes me think twice. I have been everything to her, yet a friend.
For the first time in my life, I suddenly feel this daughter-mother connection. It is just simply the urge to get to know her better. It sounds funny; I have known Mom since the moment I was born. So? 20 years down the road, here I am: being able to see her, yet seeing through her.
I truly want to take time to listen to her now, not because I have no other option or I don't want her to get mad. I am just interested. There is so much to read into what she has to say. There are secrets that I want her to share with me. That way, I want her to feel loved.
If I want to get to know Mom better, may be I can help in getting her to know herself better.
For the first time in my life, I suddenly feel this daughter-mother connection. It is just simply the urge to get to know her better. It sounds funny; I have known Mom since the moment I was born. So? 20 years down the road, here I am: being able to see her, yet seeing through her.
I truly want to take time to listen to her now, not because I have no other option or I don't want her to get mad. I am just interested. There is so much to read into what she has to say. There are secrets that I want her to share with me. That way, I want her to feel loved.
If I want to get to know Mom better, may be I can help in getting her to know herself better.
1 comments:
u know u just express the feeling so well, that when i read yr blog it feels like, yeah sometimes i get that too, but never able to write down this way.:D
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