It's Mothers Day

Mothers Day is coming.. and I can see most of my friends write their facebook status with "I love you, mom..". I find it cute, cliche, but nevertheless cute. Don't really care if maybe they're lying but they still made the effort anyway..

So, Mother. I know her. Or at least, I think I know her. She still made some surprises that sometimes we, her children can't understand. But we're not here to tell stories about how some mother can behave badly sometimes (there are mothers who abandoned their little one, or even killed them), but we're here to celebrate the love to our mother.

So here it goes. My Mother.

Born with a beautiful name in Islamic culture, Munawaroh (forget what it really means, but I was told it's a good name) was 22 when she married Syamsul Arifin (or Dad, to me). A year later, their first child was born. Two years later, another daughter was born and another one a year after that. And me, as the fourth child, born seven years after they got married. And 17 years later, my younger sister was born. That year was 1997.

We were one big family. Mom run a tight ship here, since she doesn't have helps. She did all things by herself. No wonder when we were little we're a bit scared of her if we messed up the house. But my clever mom always have solutions. She'd let us play outside the house and we were allowed to mess our backyard anyway we wanted.

She was a teacher, and that explained why the hell we have a big board and lots of chalk in our den. She would teach us to read in the night. We didn't watch tv, and for that, I thank her a lot. I see lots of my friends addicted to watching tv and that's not nice. Well, they hurry home from work just to watch soap operas..

One thing I always remember about her, is the way I love it when she comfort me when I was little. You know, when you cut yourself cause you think you can handle a sharp knife, and she'd cleaned it and wrapped it and kissed your finger and said, "Ok, you're healed now". And we'd laughed together. I know that's not true, the cuts is still there, but I love it.

Or when you can't sleep at night cause you're too tired playing all day. And she'd be there, sings, made up stories, scratching your back until late at night when you finally able to sleep.

And when I was a teenager, I love the way she's being cool, unlike other moms at school who would not allowed their girls to go out late, even though it's for school projects and it's really important. My mom will be sleeping when I got back, and she won't be suspicious I'll do anything naughty cause she trusted me. And fortunately, I wasn't naughty back then.. *grin*

And when I finally support myself, she was so proud of me, she'd showing me off to her friends. Retold my stories to the groups of moms doing "arisan" which is, again, is so fortunate that I have an interesting job with many stories. As a journalist, I travel a lot, and I share my stories to her, where she would listen and is happy that I'm happy.

Aah.. Mother.. I can sit here talking about her all night but unfortunately, I will have to stop here. But all I want to pointed here is, Mother, if you read this, please remember, *quoting 311's song* that however far away, I will always love you.. Whatever words I say, I will always love you.. I will always love you..

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Love, your not-so-obedient daughter. But she's trying to be a better person. Promise! :)