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Ode to moms

No one knows us more than she — what food delights us, what puts a smile on our face, what would comfort us in times of sadness and distress

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Our earliest memories of being happy was in the arms of our mother.

We drew our first breath on her bosom. We were carried in her arms as we received much needed sustenance. As we grew in the next few months, we often sat on her lap, listening to her lullabies as she sang us to sleep.

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Later she would get us ready us as we took our first steps in the world outside — bathing us and preparing our meals as we started going to school. For needs and for any occasions, she was always there, our No. 1 supporter — be it a birthday, first communion, investiture as scouts.

Was there ever a time when we weren’t beside her and holding on to mom’s hands?

No one knows us more than she — what food delights us, what puts a smile on our face, what would comfort us in times of sadness and distress.

As we gained achievements and successes in life, she was always there, our biggest fan — when we graduated from school, when we landed our first job.
And when it came to personal matters, she was our confidante — when we first discovered love, when we suffered heartache.

Everyone’s favorite pastime: Mommy’s assistant.

In this time of the pandemic, she has been the glue that held together the whole family as we all endured the different level of community quarantines that were meant to shield us from the virus.

She kept an eye on us, ensuring that we were fully nourished, our immunity strong enough to defend ourselves from minor symptoms that could warn of an impending infection.
We know her under one name, and it is the word that everyone understands: mother, nanay, ina.

No matter the situation we may find ourselves in, our mothers always made sure we have the opportunity to better ourselves.

Let our celebration of mothers not be marked by just a single day in a year. Let it be an occasion that we treasure daily, as we express our devotion to her.
To all mothers, our heartfelt affection and love.

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