Dedicated to my Mama
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I should've written this a long time ago. A blog dedicated to my Mama.
My Mama means the world to me. Even if sometimes i have a funny way of showing it. I get irritated, frustrated even angry with her at times. But the truth is I love her heaps.
I sometimes look at my attitude towards her and feel like slapping my own self for getting angry at her or making a big deal out of nothing. My Mama only wants what's best for me, and I know it. I wish I could react differently at times when she wants to give advices or decides to help me. She never takes decisions for me, just shows me a different path and wishes secretely I took it. But I sometimes go the other way to show how independant I am. Turns out I most of the time fall when doing that, and it only emphasizes how stupid I really am!
I cant deny one thing: I love listening to my Mama's stories. Most of them make me laugh, or smile, they are memories from her youth. When she was carefree and naive. It involves her sisters, secret admirers, and crazy friends. It makes a warm feeling of nostalgia rise in me, even though I have nothing to regret, they're her memories not mine. And yet it feels like a part of me.
There are other stories that comfort me, cuz I know she knows what I'm going through when I cry on her shoulder. She understands every bruise my heart gets because she's been there, and knows what's coming next. Maybe that's why I get angry at her. Because she knows me so well inside out! After all she's "made" me...
Finally she's got these stories that make me wanna cry. Because she articulates a pain that I never thought she could have ever felt. My mama isnt one to show feelings and emotions easily. So when she does it touches me to the core.
I love her more than i could ever admit it. My love for her is irrational and unmeasurable. It's a bound that cant be broken even by distance, anger or whatever else that ever comes between us.
My Mama means the world to me. Even if sometimes i have a funny way of showing it. I get irritated, frustrated even angry with her at times. But the truth is I love her heaps.
I sometimes look at my attitude towards her and feel like slapping my own self for getting angry at her or making a big deal out of nothing. My Mama only wants what's best for me, and I know it. I wish I could react differently at times when she wants to give advices or decides to help me. She never takes decisions for me, just shows me a different path and wishes secretely I took it. But I sometimes go the other way to show how independant I am. Turns out I most of the time fall when doing that, and it only emphasizes how stupid I really am!
I cant deny one thing: I love listening to my Mama's stories. Most of them make me laugh, or smile, they are memories from her youth. When she was carefree and naive. It involves her sisters, secret admirers, and crazy friends. It makes a warm feeling of nostalgia rise in me, even though I have nothing to regret, they're her memories not mine. And yet it feels like a part of me.
There are other stories that comfort me, cuz I know she knows what I'm going through when I cry on her shoulder. She understands every bruise my heart gets because she's been there, and knows what's coming next. Maybe that's why I get angry at her. Because she knows me so well inside out! After all she's "made" me...
Finally she's got these stories that make me wanna cry. Because she articulates a pain that I never thought she could have ever felt. My mama isnt one to show feelings and emotions easily. So when she does it touches me to the core.
I love her more than i could ever admit it. My love for her is irrational and unmeasurable. It's a bound that cant be broken even by distance, anger or whatever else that ever comes between us.
I was missing her today for some reason and the idea of this blog came like that, out of nowhere!
thanks IG !!
