Just the Two of Us
I've posted something for Father's Day, might as well include the one I've written last Mom's Day. =>
There is a point in a child’s life called growing up, one of mommy’s most dreaded times I suppose. Gone is the child who once went to mommy thinking that she has the answers to everything. Gone are the times when the young girl would clutch her mommy’s hands tightly while crossing the street. “Mommy, mommy, mommy!” she’d wail. “I want my mommy!” Yes, mommy was everything to the little girl, her best friend, her protector, her ally, that is, until she grew up.
No longer can she be called a child, much less mommy’s baby. Her many suitors can call her all the cute baby names they wish but her own mother can’t. “Mom, I’m no longer a kid!” she’d always say. She’d spend hours on the phone with her friends and share to them everything - boys, make-up, puberty, even future plans. She’d squirm at her seat however, whenever mommy tries to have a short conversation with her. It’s rather funny how she’d think it thoughtful and sweet for her guy friend to be telling her to take good care of herself but would consider the same thing as nagging whenever mommy says it. She’d even get embarrassed at a beso beso with mommy but does it all the time with her chic friends.
All this while, mommy stood patiently by the sidelines. Behind the austere disguise however, she aches and longs for her little girl. Oh, how much she had wanted to keep her from growing up, from leaving her, from not needing her as much anymore. How easy it is to just keep her as a child forever, shielding her from the cruelties of the world rather than having to see her get hurt. “No, you can’t go out.” “No, you can’t have a boyfriend yet.” “No, no, no, you’re too young…” This she knew she could not do. She had once been there too, a restless young adult venturing out into the great big world. However painful it is to realize that, still mommy pressed on, never ceasing in showing her love and giving constant reminders to her little girl. Never mind that she seemed to be a nagger for her constant lectures, the antagonist for her firm discipline, she knows that in time she will be thanked for it.
With Mother’s Day just hours away, the mother could not help but miss her little girl more. She remembers the many thoughtful gifts the young girl had once made for her for the occasion. Along with the presents had come the warmest of hugs and the sweetest of kisses all over her face. It sure is one of the joys mommy would always miss. She wonders what’s in store for her this year. She doesn’t want another perfume from the store, not even jewelry from the finest jeweler. “Maybe, just maybe, this year, it will be just like before – just the two of us…”
There is a point in a child’s life called growing up, one of mommy’s most dreaded times I suppose. Gone is the child who once went to mommy thinking that she has the answers to everything. Gone are the times when the young girl would clutch her mommy’s hands tightly while crossing the street. “Mommy, mommy, mommy!” she’d wail. “I want my mommy!” Yes, mommy was everything to the little girl, her best friend, her protector, her ally, that is, until she grew up.
No longer can she be called a child, much less mommy’s baby. Her many suitors can call her all the cute baby names they wish but her own mother can’t. “Mom, I’m no longer a kid!” she’d always say. She’d spend hours on the phone with her friends and share to them everything - boys, make-up, puberty, even future plans. She’d squirm at her seat however, whenever mommy tries to have a short conversation with her. It’s rather funny how she’d think it thoughtful and sweet for her guy friend to be telling her to take good care of herself but would consider the same thing as nagging whenever mommy says it. She’d even get embarrassed at a beso beso with mommy but does it all the time with her chic friends.
All this while, mommy stood patiently by the sidelines. Behind the austere disguise however, she aches and longs for her little girl. Oh, how much she had wanted to keep her from growing up, from leaving her, from not needing her as much anymore. How easy it is to just keep her as a child forever, shielding her from the cruelties of the world rather than having to see her get hurt. “No, you can’t go out.” “No, you can’t have a boyfriend yet.” “No, no, no, you’re too young…” This she knew she could not do. She had once been there too, a restless young adult venturing out into the great big world. However painful it is to realize that, still mommy pressed on, never ceasing in showing her love and giving constant reminders to her little girl. Never mind that she seemed to be a nagger for her constant lectures, the antagonist for her firm discipline, she knows that in time she will be thanked for it.
With Mother’s Day just hours away, the mother could not help but miss her little girl more. She remembers the many thoughtful gifts the young girl had once made for her for the occasion. Along with the presents had come the warmest of hugs and the sweetest of kisses all over her face. It sure is one of the joys mommy would always miss. She wonders what’s in store for her this year. She doesn’t want another perfume from the store, not even jewelry from the finest jeweler. “Maybe, just maybe, this year, it will be just like before – just the two of us…”
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