My Mom is a Rockstar

We all love our moms. No matter how difficult it is to get their approval, you still have to listen to what they have to say, one, because you really don't have a choice, second, because they know better.

My mom is my rock, I don't like to disappoint her but most often than not, I have. But she never judged me, she would give me that "I told you so" look but at the end of every disappointment and failure, she is there -- hugging me, crying with me and telling me that it will be all okay.

I saw how my mom worked hard for us, being the eldest, I've seen how she thrive to be the best if not a perfect mom to us, now, don't think that my Dad is not a good dad, as a matter of fact, my father had to work overseas to provide us food and shelter, so he can send us to a good school and buy not just what we want, but what we also need. But my mom was always there, day in, day out.

Before my siblings were born, my mom was the busiest person that I know, she had a 9-5 job as a Building Administrator somewhere in Quezon City. Since I have school during the weekdays, she would bring me to her office every Saturday and I am always amazed at her really massive office, she had a big brown table that occupies almost half of the room, she had her own toilet, the big room is divided into two areas, that is where she holds her meetings, she also has her own secretary and everyone in the building calls her "Ma'am Gie. Her real name is Virginia, but no one calls her that. She was good to everyone, even that old lady who sells "cooked meals" at the office liked her. She is a lady boss.

Then she had to change careers, because taking care of us and working full time don't mix well, I was 7, my sister was 1 that time when my parents agreed that we need to stay in Batangas for good, and it is not a bad thing, I love Batangas, all my relatives were there, and we get to enjoy the best things in life, including a nice house that was built for us by our parents.

My mom can't cook, she would tell us her story how she and my dad managed to eat noodles and hotdog almost every night, however, she has the recipe for a kick-ass spaghetti. I will always get excited every time she would cook that and I am happy that I had the chance to see her cook her famous spaghetti, so I can make it for my family.

She loves to talk, and she always has something to say. My mom is very glamorous, I remember, she would have matching shoes and dress and bags and her accessories are always on fleek. And she is one hell of a homemaker, the house is always clean, the sheets are always crisp and she would buy stuff for the house and make the house picture perfect. If furniture can talk, they will be pissed because she likes to move stuff around the house and fortunately, I got that from my momma.

My family was always there during major events in my life, and my mom would always be in front of the crowd cheering for me. She was there during my first heartbreak, she was there every single birthday, when I turned 18, when I graduated from college, when I got my first job, she was always there. Always. I panic when I don't see her, I would always call out "Ma!" every time I would come home from school. And when I decided to move out so I can make something of myself, I will patiently and excitedly wait for the weekend so I can see her. I am full grown woman, but she would always call me baby. She would always give me that "kissngot" every time I would leave and go back to work. There was a time that I didn't come home and when I did, she would just watch me eat and I would tell her my stories at work. I love how her eyes lit up every time I tell her my stories, I can feel and I know that she is proud of what I have become. We always fight, we disagree a lot, but I still love her.

My mom is not perfect, but I will always choose her. I will always love her for the rest of my life.

I love you, Ma.

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