My mother is cheerful. Her smile beams at new friends, old friends, anyone at all. Her eyes crinkle in a jolly manner, laugh lines crease to show just how much she smiles. Old friends recognize her melodious laugh a mile away, a laugh with no pretense; a laugh that only displays her tremendous sense of humour and light-heartedness. Her face glows radiantly in pure joy when she does the thing she loves most, teaching.
My mother is a teacher. She carries about an authority that children respect within minutes of acquaintance. She has a firm, strong voice that warns a child who has crossed the line. Her flair of teaching has impacted many children who have excelled in their future studying endeavors. She is strict and makes sure her students know where she stands. But she does all this in love for her dear students, because when she dishes out a good ol' scolding, the twinkle in her eye speaks otherwise. Her children feel warm and safe in her bear hugs, and feel reassured by her calm, encouraging words. She knows when to be serious and when to have fun.
My mother is a servant. Her willing heart goes all out to help those in need, without expecting the tiniest return. She serves in ministry, from her teenage years till now, making differences big and small in people's lives. She is quick to forgive and has always taught us the great damage of a grudge. It is because of this important value that our family never holds grudges against one another.
My mother is an artist. She can create beautiful masterpieces from pieces of almost-nothing. She paints stories with a colourful tone in her voice and animated gestures with her face and hands. She crafts out things that are just so attractive with mere paper. She can draw with steady, firm strokes of her practiced hand. Her art pieces are breathtaking, whether it's a contemporary fashion piece, or a work of children's art.
My mother is a doctor. Of course, as every mother does, she bandages, fixes wounds, cleans and treats us when we're ill. But that's not all. She speaks with wisdom and experience to heal the wounds that cut our hearts. She knows just what to say to sooth the anxiety that disturbs our souls. She will stay up all night just to make sure I fall asleep after I pour out all the little things that have been bugging me. She is a doctor not just for the body, but for the mind and the heart.
My mother is... my mother. She's human and she has her falls, but there is no one I'd rather have as a mom but her. I am forever grateful for the things she has taught me, for the way she has raised me and for the words she has said to me. Mummy, I appreciate every single thing you have ever done for me. You help me to see the world differently and I owe it all to you. Thank you for guiding me in the way of the Lord, and I hope I make you proud with the way I live my life.
I love you, and I hope you have a wonderful birthday. To many more birthdays!
Mum's Birthday Celebration 2015
Saturday, 17 October
Surprised my mother together with her girlfriend gang (wow, that's a term I'll try not to use ever again) at Krathong, Sri Petaling.
Sunday, 18 October
Went out for our little family celebration at night! As usual, lots of fun, laughter, interesting conversations and good vibes.
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| A satisfying dinner at Fatty Crab. On the menu: Sour and spicy crab; steamed crab; toast; fried rice; satay; chicken wings. |
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| And while we were in the mood for celebration, we finished off our feasting time at Inside Scoop. On the menu: Chocolate Cookie Dough; D24 (durian); Peanut Butter Cup. |
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| Hope you enjoyed your gift, mummy! This is my mother for you; no jewelry, decorative items, flowers, makeup... Get her practical, everyday-use items and she will be happiest. She fell in love with this rugged backpack! (So did I, mum. So did I.) |
Once again, happy birthday! Love you. :)