Bless My Mothers
Suddenly I felt the emotional strike through me. My eyes got teary on this deary night. Reason being that I was talking to my ‘kheh mak’ whom I have never met in person. Whom I have no idea who she is exactly and more. Though I felt so, there are more compelling reasons as I unfold or trying to analyse it myself.
I have many mothers which I shall define myself as lucky. Seriously lucky because who can tell me that they have so many mothers.
First it will be my own blood mother. My real mother whom loves me dearly. She is my angel that taking care of me since I was here on Earth.
Secondly will be my aunt. She is my father’s youngest brother’s wife. She was one of the person I called ‘mom’ because she take care of me like a son. Let’s not get into the details when comes to comparing with her own sons. Just that when a person shed tears for your life, it meant something. It has meaning.
Third as I mentioned earlier, my dad have two wives. The former one whom I regard her as mom too. My dad sort of abandoned her back 20-30 years ago. It has been a long time but I felt the obligation to compensate what my dad did. It sort of some remorse I guess.
Fourth was my ‘god-mother’. I have no idea how she look like. Seriously. Not you ‘kheh mak’ if you are reading this. I am not sure if I told you before. My ‘god-mother’ was my cousin’s mother-in-law. It sort of confusing because this cousin of mine is from my mom’s adopted family. My mom was raised by different family when she was young. She was given to this family as her real family was poor. They were unable to survive and sustain livelihood of a good sense. Coming back to my ‘god-mother’, she passed away quite early. Though as hard as I am trying to recall, I can’t. It wasn’t there registered in my memory.
Having said that, I had someone to adopt me as her godson. This time I got it virtually over the Internet. I wasn’t expecting something like this. My ‘kheh mak’ never fails to astonish me with her quirky senses. She was asking if she could adopt me. I thought it was fun so I casually accepted it. Who would have guessed that after the time, I felt comfortable to share with her things I won’t share with other moms. Someone I am comfortable to share my ups and downs. My ‘kheh mak’ seems to be the right ears for me. I do glad that I have a great listener. At this moment of my life, she is the one I can talk with. So please don’t take it away from me. I do aware that life is come and go. Maybe through out the time, there might be a time of apart, a time of together and times of trials. Even if one day we might not talking anymore, I just want ‘kheh mak’ to know that deep inside me, I appreciate and cherish the ‘kheh mak and kheh kia’ bond that we shared. Thank you very much.
Perhaps there was a reason why until today I still can remember my English teacher, back in secondary’s song. She wrote it out for her mother and everyone’s mothers. To cherish them.
Mother
Mother, you are to a varied many
Always caring and always nurturingYour bossoms is haven to us, your son.
Steadfast our love…(forgotten)
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