“God made a wonderful mother, a mother who doesn’t grow old.
He made her a smile of sunshine and a heart of pure gold.
In her cheeks, He placed fair roses; in her eyes, stars that shine.
God made a wonderful mother, and that wonderful mother is mine”
This was a forwarded text message from a friend this morning which obviously speaks of how proud and happy she is to be given a mother she has now.
Each of us also feels the same to our mothers. You can say of anything about your mom, and I can also share to you some stories about my one and only Mama Miploy or Miraflor Acabo in real name. Today is a special day for her so I’ll make her the center of my today’s post. Oh, I forgot to make my birthday post for her on May 5. “Mama, you’re now 38, you’re getting younger!” Anyways, this is what I’ve known of her…
She was only 19 when she delivered me into this world. That’s the first thing that proves how proud and thankful I am to be her first daughter. But prior to it, she showed how deep her love to papa is when they went to Canla-on to have a “tanan”. That’s why I was made!
Despite her pregnancy, she still went to her school, Central Visayas Polytechnic College (CVPC) regularly. Papa supported her expenses because he already was working at that time.
She took Mass Communication at Silliman University on the first semester of the first year, but transferred to CVPC-Guihulngan. She was supposed to be in her last year, but she shifted to Bachelor of Elementary Education major in English until she graduated on 2001.
She passed the LET on 2002, her first take, but only became a regular teacher 3 years after. She used to be the only a substitute teacher if any one gets pregnant or sick.
Her first assignment as teacher was at the farthest barangay of La Libertad—Aya, the boundary to Negros Occidental. I was still in high school that time and I remember, she departs every Monday morning and returns home on Friday late afternoons. Papa was responsible for packing her supply for her one week stay at the mountain which is also dangerous because of the occupation of the rebels. In that school, she handled two classes—Grades 3 and 4.
After 3 years, she was transferred to Guihob, nearer than Aya. This time, she can manage traveling daily. Until now, she’s still teaching in Guihob preferably the Grade 6 pupils.
Mama, I should say is a monitoring mom. She keeps on checking especially the health of my 3 younger sisters. She always wants to make sure they have eaten, taken their vitamins and medicines especially that because of the series of times they were brought to the hospital or sent to pediatricians for check-up of condition.
On this exact date, I received numerous text messages from her to take care of the children. Though we have different networks, she sends the same messages twice to make sure that I’ll do what she had told.
She’s still young, sometimes there are still few childish traits I detect from her words and actions, but her tandem with papa is perfect because papa’s maturity sometimes funny, sometimes serious in bringing the best in her and of the family.
As of now, mama is the source of our daily expenses because she’s the only one working while papa is earning a little from his piggery and farm production in the mountain.
Her salary is not enough to cater us, but we are striving to balance everything.
Mama, we love you so much. Thank you, belated happy birthday and happy mother’s day! We are proud of you, we’re happy to be your daughters.
But prior this day, I pity on her so much because she only had a 3-hour sleep because the youngest is not feeling well from a week’s hospitalization.
Now, she’s studying her masteral degree at Moalboal, Cebu at least to uplift her position. We support you with that ma!
