I wrote this five years ago, on the day Mamang was brought to the ICU in one of the hospitals in California, when stroke hit her. It continues to stay on my white board place in my bedroom, serves as a reminder of what is to be done in all weathers of life.
Mamang's celebration of her second gifted miraculous life. I can say now, I never entertained the idea in my heart and mind that I won't be able to see her alive anymore, despite the physicians' declaration of her 20% chance of survival. I was stubborn in wishing and praying we will be together again, both of us breathing this world's oxygen.
Mothering my mother is not the easiest task. I will not trade it for anything else though. When people wonder why I look radiant, pretty and happy in spite of what may seem absent in my life, I think the real answer to that is because I have truly learned to value what and who I have. The petitions that were granted, the wishes that came true, and yes, having Mamang around. That is all that matters.
Pray. Be Thankful. Stay strong.
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