My mom.

Over the course of my growing up, I’ve come to learn how much I truly admire my parents. Ive always thought that they were great and perfect but ive come to the realization of how incredibly lucky I am. I don’t remember them really fighting much and if they did, it was short lived.

I’ll start with my mom since she’s the one I feel like I’m the most like. She cooks for me all the time and always asks which days I’ll be home so she can cook my favorite foods. I told her i loved her fried rice so she made it every day until i said my favorite food was dan dan mien and then she made that everyday until I said that my favorite food was za ja mien (blackbean noodles, since my ping ying freakin sucks balls), and so on and so forth to this day. I wake up and she makes me a fruit and vegi shake and says “lunch is on the table, don’t wake up too late cause it’ll get cold” (this is at like 1 pm btw, since she knows i work the night shift and dont get to sleep much).

She then goes to run errands and some how she always buys stuff with me in mind whether it’s food or clothes that i might not wear to asking me what I want for dinner over the next week so she can prep the materials for it. She comes in and asks me how I’m doing most mornings as well and I’m usually too groggy to conversate but I manage occasionally.

There were times in my life when I was rebellious and snuck out of the house and got into trouble whereever and whenever possible. I remember one night I snuck back in through my window and walked past her room to see if she was asleep and I found her kneeling at her bedside and I asked her what she was doing and she told me that she was praying for me to be safe. She said she didnt want me climbing around onto the roof in the middle of the night in case I fell, and even insisted that I use the front door if I needed to go out. I never snuck out of the house since that day.

I dont know how to thank her for what she’s done for me. All I want is to make her life as easy as possible and to give her evreything that she could possibly want. But the thing that makes her the happiest is chocolate even though she barely eats it. I bought her a box of godiva with my first paycheck a few years ago and she smiled so big and was so happy even though it was such a small token of appreciation and ended up eating only one or two from the box since she wanted to cherish it (I’m assuming it’s still in the pantry somewhere, disgusting I know).

There were tough times when I couldn’t sleep due to stress from work and I practically bing drank myself to sleep every night for a couple months. She found bottles upon bottles of wine and liquor under my bed and begged me to stop and just pray for rest instead of self inducing it. I havent really had any desire to drink anymore since I started praying before sleeping although it still is difficult from time to time. She found my cigarettes in my car and she calmly discussed my problem with me and although I continually struggle with it, I know that she prays for me every day to stop and I’m on the road to cutting the habit. The worst part is, she feels like she’s responsible for these problems while I know that I chose to pick up the habits out of rebelliousness and ignorance to better judgement. My family gave me no reason to smoke or drink heavily, there was no family drama that created it. It was cause I found life to be boring and drug/liquor seemed to be the only way to make it more fun or at least dull it out to make it go by quicker.

She knows me better than most to the point where she knows that I lie but she acts like she doesn’t. Just to see if I will have a change of heart on the matter and I usually do in retrospecting the situations.

My mom always sees the best in me even if I give her every reason not to. And because of her, I strive now to be as great as she can see me to be. I do it for myself, and when I can’t, I do it for her.

There is no one else on earth that I can appreciate more than my mom and dad. I love them both the same but there’s a connection that I have with my mom that is something beautiful and only God given that I can’t attribute it to anything but divine protection. I can only pray that I’ll have at least a part of her in me that allows me to love others even a 10th of how much she loves me.

Through my mom I can see God’s love and devotion to me.