An Open Letter to my Mom

To the strongest woman I know,

Now that I know you wanted the last piece of cake, I can’t help but think of all the times you gave me that piece. I do now understand a bit of few things, all taught by you. I grew up realizing that home is not where we live, mom. It’s where you are. Your hug is the safest place in the world.. and that no matter how many times I open up to temporary people, nothing compares to the comfort I feel in your arms. I’m sorry for that cold night I spent sleepless in my bed and cried my soul out, little did I know that I could have slept peacefully between your arms with the warmth of your loving heart. I’m sorry, mother. I was too young and silly, I kept searching for a rolemodel through celebrities and musicians to look up to, when all I wanted for an idol was you. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you realized that fake friend of mine that screwed up my life months later. And I’m so sorry that night you didn’t sleep because I insisted on going on that trip. I hate to remember the days when I know you were too depressed to talk, but I kept talking anyway. I’m sorry for the times I chose an outing with a couple of my friends over having lunch with you. I remember the time I thought my problem was the end of the world. I didn’t realize by then how strong you were at times when everything was falling apart. I’m sorry that at some point I was more stressing you than being a shoulder for you to lean on. How did you manage to always be there for me when I lost a friend, when I failed an exam, when I got my heartbroken, when I thought I was not brave enough to keep going and when life threw me disappointments in the face? In a world full of judgemental people and fake faces, you believed I am beautiful. You never stopped telling me that I have a special heart, even when everyone made me feel ordinary. And you never stopped believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. When I was little, I believed you were a superhero because you can lift me up. Now that I’m older, I still do believe you are a superhero because you can lift that heavy weight off me, and help me carry on. Mom, if there’s something that I want to be when I grow up, it’s to be you. Not for the job and not for the looks, but for the strength you have. I could write for million articles about you, but nothing will ever be enough. Happy Mother’s day. It’s insane how no word in the world could describe the feeling.. but if love can make it, then I love you, mom.