The dictionary defines ‘mother’ as ‘a person who is acting as a mother to a child; a female parent of a child or animal’. My mother is definitely more than this, and I have to thank her for being so.
What I would define as a normal mother would be a parent who takes care of her child, loves her child, and is willing to sacrifice anything for her child. My mother is that, and more. She does a lot of things for me, and these things I feel, many other mothers don’t.
I must appreciate her cooking for me, and my dad, and my brother. She is willing to spend extra time to cook, and I do know that cooking isn’t all that easy. It is kind of hot in this searing Singapore weather, and cooking makes it even worse. The main point is that she cooks it for us. Not for herself. No matter how much she cooks, she usually eats the least. And I eat the most. *sheepish smile* She cooks it so I don’t have to eat unhealthy, oily hawker food.
She cuts my hair even. And that, I am VERY sure, incredibly few other parents do, unless they are hairdressers or something. Yet, she isn’t. And I can’t help but feel a sense of security when she is the one who cuts it. It’s just different when hairdressers cut it. I know she knows how my hair should be like to make me look good, and so I can leave it entirely up to her, knowing that I won’t come away with some crap hairstyle. Of course, sometimes I do nag at her about leaving my fringe long, leaving my back, whatever, but hey, she listens!
She nags at me. Yes, I am saying that this is a good point, even though I really am rather annoyed/pissed when she does. I’m a rather messy guy, so each and every time after I finish using my table, it’s in a huge mess, and there are books strewn all over the place. She shouts at me, screams at me, tries to do something, anything to get me to pack up. And when all else fails, she packs it for me. It is kind of guilty for me, but hey, that’s why I’m saying she’s a great mom!
She helps me with my work, whenever she can. And she might only be able to help me with Chinese, but so what? She helps me. And she’s great at it. I can always ask her about some words which I don’t understand, and she knows their meaning ninety-five percent of the time. Maybe she is Chinese-educated, that’s why, but she still forks out about an hour and a half each day during my exam periods to help me get my Chinese right. And so, she loses one and a half hours of sleep for me.
This is definitely not all she’s been doing for me since I came into this world, and these aren’t very important things either. But just trying to imagine a world without her, these minor things do make a lot of difference. I took a lot of these things for granted, and now I shall do so no more. Thanks a lot mom, you’re the greatest. (: