Two Moms

As a mom, I always make it a point to be there during the firsts of my kids. I want to witness each and every milestone in their lives. I collect the tokens and take lots of photos. Although I am not certain if they would appreciate the efforts someday, I do these for myself, too. They grow up so fast that I would stay awake if I could just to watch over them day in and day out. It saddens me sometimes to think that soon, they will grow wings and fly away to explore the world on their own. That is why I give them all the attention and appreciation for every little achievement.

My 9yo boy just had his first Holy Communion today. I couldn’t help but smile when I look at him behind the lens and see a big boy. (He’s not as big as his classmates, but still…) It seemed only yesterday that I waited for him outside his Nursery class because he would cry if he’d look back and see that I wasn’t there.

Ok, enough of the sentiments.

During the event held at the Divine Mercy chapel in Sikatuna Village, there was one instance that made me frown.

While we all lined up at the entrance (parents and kids), there was this other kid in front of Wacx who kept on looking around for his parent. He was really worried that he would walk the aisle alone. When he saw his mom, he shouted to call her attention. The mom approached the queue. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, faded shirt, and house slippers. She blurted, “Kelangan ba talaga kasama pa nanay!!??” (Are moms really required to march, too?). The kid displayed a hurt look on his face and shouted, “KASAMA NGA DAW NANAY!” (Moms should march, too!). He then handed out the missalette to her. She raised a brow and brushed her son’s hand. She kept on moving about impatiently as if there was something more important waiting for her in another place.

If she looked back, she would see how silently pissed I was at how she was behaving. I tried to contain the part of me who would like to clobber this petite creature in front of me. I tried so hard to stop myself from saying something. If I failed in keeping my mouth shut, these might have been the words that would stab her:

- Kung ayaw mo samahan anak mo, umuwi ka na lang at tawagin mo ung kapitbahay nyo para samahan sha.

- Kung ayaw mo mag march kasi naka p*kp*k shorts ka, umuwi ka muna at magpantalon – tutal mukang dyan lang sa tabi tabi bahay mo dahil nakapambahay ka.

- Excuse me? Di mo ba alam na First Communion ng anak mo? Kala mo ba practice lang ulet?

- Di ako magtataka kung magmamadali lumaki anak mo para iwan ka.

I refuse to translate the above statements at the moment because I’m still pissed at the thought. They are best delivered in the vernacular.

She displayed the hostile stance the whole time.

I hate moms like her.

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