Various things about herself remind a daughter of the first lady in her family.
It’s that time of the year when all the newspapers, shopping complexes, bakeries and radio stations come out with great ideas on Mother’s Day celebrations.
I read signs that ask: Do you love your mum? Do you look like her? Do you share the same interests?” Or, simply, “Treat the first lady to a diamond ring, or bring her over for high tea.”
For me, it’s that time of year when I bake heart-shaped cakes for those who want to give their mothers a cake. Sounds good, but for those of us who have lost our first lady, we dread the day.
The last five years, Mother’s Day has not been the same without you around. Of course, I am also the mother of two teenage boys, who will want to give me a treat.
Can I ever forget the surprise grand party we had on Mother’s Day for you years ago? The shocked look on your face when you opened the door and we screamed and started wishing you?
I think that was the best Mother’s Day we ever had. But now, it is not the same.
I remember the few occasions I took you for high tea with my girlfriends. Yeah, they enjoyed your company.
Mum, I am always asked these questions:
Do I look like you?
Not really, but when I see myself in the mirror now, I feel I look like you.
Do I have any of your habits?
Yes, like having the radio on while working or reading the newspaper, magazines and books during my free time, and before going to bed.
Do I have any fears like you?
I hate to admit this, but yes, when the boys are driving and I’m sitting beside them. And “stepping on” the brakes, like how you used to do when I was driving you around. The boys make fun of this, just like what we did to you.
Do I think of you daily?
Yes, when I’m thinking of what to cook and keep the refrigerator door open to get ideas, the way you used to do.
Do I cook like you?
I think no, as my older boy always compares my cooking with yours. He often says, “Nothing beats my grandma’s cooking.”
And the number of times he has asked why I did not get all the secret recipes from you, being the only daughter. I smile to myself, knowing there were no secret recipes or anything special, only TLC and joy in the food you cooked.
Do I miss you?
Yes, now that both the boys are in college and I have lot of time on my hands. I wish you were here so that we can both sit and talk, watch TV, and go for walks and high teas.
And lastly, what is my wish for today?
I think I will not answer this, as you knew it well. I will just say,
A light from our family is gone
A voice we loved is still
A place is vacant in our house
Which never can be filled.
I read signs that ask: Do you love your mum? Do you look like her? Do you share the same interests?” Or, simply, “Treat the first lady to a diamond ring, or bring her over for high tea.”
For me, it’s that time of year when I bake heart-shaped cakes for those who want to give their mothers a cake. Sounds good, but for those of us who have lost our first lady, we dread the day.
The last five years, Mother’s Day has not been the same without you around. Of course, I am also the mother of two teenage boys, who will want to give me a treat.
Can I ever forget the surprise grand party we had on Mother’s Day for you years ago? The shocked look on your face when you opened the door and we screamed and started wishing you?
I think that was the best Mother’s Day we ever had. But now, it is not the same.
I remember the few occasions I took you for high tea with my girlfriends. Yeah, they enjoyed your company.
Mum, I am always asked these questions:
Do I look like you?
Not really, but when I see myself in the mirror now, I feel I look like you.
Do I have any of your habits?
Yes, like having the radio on while working or reading the newspaper, magazines and books during my free time, and before going to bed.
Do I have any fears like you?
I hate to admit this, but yes, when the boys are driving and I’m sitting beside them. And “stepping on” the brakes, like how you used to do when I was driving you around. The boys make fun of this, just like what we did to you.
Do I think of you daily?
Yes, when I’m thinking of what to cook and keep the refrigerator door open to get ideas, the way you used to do.
Do I cook like you?
I think no, as my older boy always compares my cooking with yours. He often says, “Nothing beats my grandma’s cooking.”
And the number of times he has asked why I did not get all the secret recipes from you, being the only daughter. I smile to myself, knowing there were no secret recipes or anything special, only TLC and joy in the food you cooked.
Do I miss you?
Yes, now that both the boys are in college and I have lot of time on my hands. I wish you were here so that we can both sit and talk, watch TV, and go for walks and high teas.
And lastly, what is my wish for today?
I think I will not answer this, as you knew it well. I will just say,
A light from our family is gone
A voice we loved is still
A place is vacant in our house
Which never can be filled.
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