A Story 'bout Mother

Batam, 15th May 2007

It’s a bit story about our life. It’s about our mother. I should post it in Mother’s Day, but I forgot. Women were a strange creature. They could forsake everything just for their feelings. The feelings towards the man they loved. A woman can share the hardship with the man, working hard together to build their own happiness. The hardship even grows, when they have married. From supporting their husband, doing household, and bear a child. After 9 month, the baby came out to this world. It brings happiness to his family, to his father, and to his mother. A baby was a fragile and annoying creature. The cry in the night, change the diapers, feeding milk, and many more. Besides take cares the baby, she didn’t forget her husband. Prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner. Doing household, washing clothes.

The baby grows up. Now he enters kindergarten. The mothers always wait for him outside the class. Wake up early in the mornings; prepare breakfast and bento for the child. Doing all this stuff until the child goes to primary school. The mother stops waiting for him outside the class, but she worried about his safety at home. Worried about did he take lunch regularly, about his mark at school. Six years pass, now he enters secondary school. The child became disobedient, sometimes picking a fight with his mom. Feels his mom was annoying him, always asked him to study, study and study.

High schools accompany the child in the next 3 years. The child hanging out with his friends, seldom eating lunch or dinner at home. Sometimes complaint about the food. Complaint this, complaint that. How many nights did your mother cry because you upset her. How many times she forgave you, wearing the same smile in the morning. She didn’t want anything, just hoping you will be someone success in the future. Even thought you forget about her, just remember your wife, she always hoping the best for you.

And the last but not the less,, I love you Mom,,


Regards,


JFH aka usoppinokio aka my mother’s “a-ni”
(“a-ni” was my child’s name, only called by my mom and grandma)