Up until I was in my second year of college, I was blessed to have both of my wonderful parents. My (late) father was a very honorable man who never had an enemy. He had a large circle of friends from around the world who loved and adored him beyond our comprehension. He made us believe that he would always be there no matter what happened and showed us the strength that it takes in order to not only have a happy life, but one that would make an impact on the world that you live in.
My wonderful mother is a healthy and very strong-willed woman who never takes no for an answer (I think I know where I inherited my stubbornness from). She always looked at the big picture and gave more of herself than anyone I ever knew and would be content with receiving nothing but a simple thank you for her efforts. She is courageous in her own respects and I admire her for raising the six of us.
When I think of my parents, rarely do I reflect upon things that they gave me. It's actually the most simplest of memories that I have of my loving mom and dad doing something that makes me the luckiest individual in the world. One strong memory of my late father was when the "old man" would initiate his work ritual. He took the late (very late) shift so that he could be home to watch all of us. Before dad would leave for work, he would make his nightly rounds to make sure that all of children were all in their respective beds (including myself). The final thing that I remember my dad doing before I went to sleep was him turning my bedroom light off so that I can sleep peacefully at night. I took all of that for granted when we were growing up but I see the type of man my father was by making sure everyone was okay before he went off to work.
In thinking of my mom, I always remember the time when I was a little girl and she took me out to the city and we walked by foot to go sight seeing. She and I spent the entire day together and I recall looking at photographs of her and told her that I wanted my hair to be just like hers when we went somewhere. I love my mom but what I love the most about my mom is the fact that she always underlines her commitment to being the mom that she is. Whenever I hear a voicemail or talk to my mom, she always tells me, "No matter what, I am always proud of you and mommy loves you." I save all of the voicemails that my mom sends me to make sure that even during the worst of days, I can count on the person who believes in me the most.
There are times when you think that your child may want you to give them something. In the end, it's really the gift of yourself that they are looking for. I am not a person who believes that material things are what makes an individual happy, but having a loving and caring family will compensate for anything material that you may not have at this point in time.
My wonderful mother is a healthy and very strong-willed woman who never takes no for an answer (I think I know where I inherited my stubbornness from). She always looked at the big picture and gave more of herself than anyone I ever knew and would be content with receiving nothing but a simple thank you for her efforts. She is courageous in her own respects and I admire her for raising the six of us.
When I think of my parents, rarely do I reflect upon things that they gave me. It's actually the most simplest of memories that I have of my loving mom and dad doing something that makes me the luckiest individual in the world. One strong memory of my late father was when the "old man" would initiate his work ritual. He took the late (very late) shift so that he could be home to watch all of us. Before dad would leave for work, he would make his nightly rounds to make sure that all of children were all in their respective beds (including myself). The final thing that I remember my dad doing before I went to sleep was him turning my bedroom light off so that I can sleep peacefully at night. I took all of that for granted when we were growing up but I see the type of man my father was by making sure everyone was okay before he went off to work.
In thinking of my mom, I always remember the time when I was a little girl and she took me out to the city and we walked by foot to go sight seeing. She and I spent the entire day together and I recall looking at photographs of her and told her that I wanted my hair to be just like hers when we went somewhere. I love my mom but what I love the most about my mom is the fact that she always underlines her commitment to being the mom that she is. Whenever I hear a voicemail or talk to my mom, she always tells me, "No matter what, I am always proud of you and mommy loves you." I save all of the voicemails that my mom sends me to make sure that even during the worst of days, I can count on the person who believes in me the most.
There are times when you think that your child may want you to give them something. In the end, it's really the gift of yourself that they are looking for. I am not a person who believes that material things are what makes an individual happy, but having a loving and caring family will compensate for anything material that you may not have at this point in time.
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