Mom Superb

Mom still lives in Hawaii. Hawaii is the home to warm beaches, heartfelt ocean breeze, lush mouthwatering tropical fruits, tall coconut trees and majestic mountains. I can honestly say that if there’s anything that I miss most about home is mom.

Mom is the sweetest and generous, hands down. She's diabetic, but she consumes sugar like it is permanently fashionable. She’s goofy and roundabout, she tells stories that has nothing to do with absolutely nothing. She can never follow a movie ever! Her laugh, especially when she's laughing at herself, is hilarious. Her spurts of paranoia is better than television! She scrambles the house in search of her eyeglasses, as it ironically sits atop of her head. The last, but not least, her ongoing fetish for the flea market or anything that’s on discount. This, I swear, is so she can boast to everyone on how cheap the purchase was. She lives for dad and her ten children, but sometimes I think she lives more for the discount. Smile. That’s what’s so lovable about her. A woman after my own heart.

Filipino Proverb: If you make a habit of buying things you do not need, you will soon be selling things you do.

She'd cook breakfast for us every morning before school. When we'd come home she'd be in the process of making us a snack. Those memories flow so smooth and that is why mom is the coolest of cool!

She was never a pushover. She stuck to her guns, as needed. She was consistent with rules. Like that one time, I wanted to attend catholic school, because I thought uniforms were so fab. She was strict and unbending. Slumber parties over a friends house. Ha! Never. Boyfriend? Now that's a gas! She made a commitment to never break the chain of consistency with the children. Each child would experience the same standard conditions as the previous. Mom was solid like solidarity.

Now that we're grown and away, I know that mom is pining for her children. We have gone through a lot, my mom and I. I can’t apologize enough for torturing her through my teenage years. If she only knew of my outrageous behavior in my early twenties, why she would probably have a seizure. Somehow deep in her soul of souls, her intuition never failed her. I’m sure they were many nights where she’s been awakened startled and out of breath. She was probably like what trouble has my darn kid gotten into this time? Meanwhile in San Francisco, I was probably going through some insane life crisis drama attack. As usual, mom would call me in the next few days. Mom intuition magic. It's whacky!

Mom is consumed by worry. As an avid catholic, my mom’s famous quote, “if god permits.” The future is unspoken for we know not what god has rolled up his sleeve. So my mentioning travel’s next year or a wedding would finish off with, “if god permits.”

Each year is another year older for mom. Every year, I forget to send a card, gift or flowers. I know that she is aware that she's my favorite. I didn’t forget to send her flowers this year, but I did forget the card. I know that she will be ecstatic to know that, for once, I was thinking of her.

I don't think that flowers or any gift really compares to the fact that when I'm a mother, I can only hope that I will be just like her. If god permits.