A Mother's Day Message for My Sisters (Mother's Day 2015)

5 Years ago, on Mother's Day, I wrote this message for my sisters.  Facebook reminded me of this memory and I have captured it here in this blog to save it.  This year, the second Mother's day, without Mom, was painful but this memory helped remind us of why we went through what we did. 

For our dear Mom.

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Evelyn, Carmen, and Annie. This is an open letter to the three of you on Mother's day.

Each one of you deserves to get pampered today for everything you have done for your own individual families. You have each brought to this world and raised amazing and beautiful children, some of which are already adults with their own children or will in the not too distant future be crossing that path of life as well. You have shown them how to be a mother, how to love, to be strong and how to be there when they are going through their own challenges in life, whether it was losing a game, missing that pitch, breaking up with their "first love", struggling with homework, or everything else in between with your own individual touch. They should honor you for being there always and I am proud to call you my sisters and love your children as if they were my own.

Today though, in addition to your celebration of this occasion, my special request to each of you is to remember where the root of that unconditional love comes from. Our own mother. Each one of us can recall every time that we came home late from a party and no matter what time it was, there she was by the window and opening the door to let us in because until she was sure we were home safe, she could not go to bed. Every time we fell down, she was there with her alcohol and Mercurochrome (which was outlawed in 1998 actually – Annie I think you may have been spared this poisoning act), washing our clothes – originally on a washboard as I remember, preparing breakfast for us in her “bata” and when we would come home, there was always a full home cooked dinner ready. It didn’t matter if it was 4PM or 9PM. There was no exception to that prepared meal, even though at times we would come home and there were 3 or 4 other children she was taking care of at the same time so her and dad could make ends meet. 

She is, and has always been, the source and inspiration for who you are today. She never once expected anything except your love back to that unconditional love a mother has for her children. She was the epitome of a humble servant never asking for anything, or stating she was entitled to a vacation for all of the hard work she put into raising us. She welcomed our spouses as a member of her own family, and better yet, took our kids into her arms as if she were going to lead the task of raising them. Her joys in life were simple. Family and her only “tv show” All My Children. Even the show name is indicative of her true purpose in life.

We have to continue to pursue with the same tenacity she had for us, to help her through her most difficult and un-humanizing time of her life. To show her that she is not alone, though she may feel like it. That she is loved beyond compare. To treat her with the tenderness she has shown for each one of us. We have to be there for her, like she was there for us, and put aside our thoughts of how many times we have done something or if it is my turn or yours. It is the least of what we can do. As the first born in the family, and the only son, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, while I know is not necessary, for everything you are doing for her, along with my own wife Luisa. This is the time we have to rise to the occasion and show her that she deserves to be given back everything she ever gave us to get us to this point, and even more. Today, think about what the true definition is of Mother’s day, and I can assure you that one image will immediately come to mind. Our own loving, dear, and forever amazing mother, Angela. 

Happy Mother's Day to you.  I love you.