Happy Mother's Day

To be honest, I did nothing special for my mother this Mothers’ Day. The truth is, I didn’t even know it was Mothers’ Day until I started receiving text messages about Mothers’ Day addressed to my mother from aunts and friends. Even then, I wasn’t totally amazed that I had forgotten about it. I knew that it was coming. I have seen commercials on TV sending off greetings for the beloved mothers. I just don’t know the exact date, so I prepared nothing for this obvious occasion.


The other night I noticed my sister fumbling something in front of the computer, printing and reprinting some cards, I assumed. The next day, Sunday, while I was eating breakfast with my sisters and mom, I found that particular card lying on a chair. When nobody was looking I picked it up so I read that it was for my mother, from Joanna.


Sure. My littlest sister has been thoughtful enough to make mama a card even though she always gets lectures from her. Just the night before, even before she made that computerized greeting card, she got into trouble for not working seriously and concentratively on her school works. I was inconspicuously astounded by how she never felt a bit of resentment to mama even on just that moment to disregard making a greeting card for her.


She’s just a little girl, I said to myself.


Yet, as the big sister in this home, I simply don’t understand why I don’t own the same thoughtfulness as my little sister has. Not even a simple ‘Happy Mothers’ Day’ did I say in front of her.


Or maybe I’m just too lazy to greet her? Or too proud to say anything lest I say something wrong?


Whatever the case maybe, I believe I know my own mother well enough to notice that she still values even that simple card my sister gave. She might seem that insensible mother she looks in the appearance, she might appear too proud to show any emotions in front of us, a mother’s heart is simply mother’s heart - soft, tender, loveable when given the chance to be.


I learned that in the little happening I saw. She showed that card to the ladies in church. It could only mean one thing to me – that she appreciates it, indeed.