Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts

04 September 2012

Ready? Set. Go!


Those are the three words that precede every athletics race. I feel like I just started my own competition, although I am playing this in my own league and according to my own rules. This one is not about winning nor about being as fast as possible.

 

Ready?
Yes. This is my race in a true Olympic spirit: taking part is more important than anything else. I’ve been preparing myself and my environment for two years, and I’m pretty sure that we’re all ready for take-off. Except maybe for one person, but hey, is a mother ever ready to be separated from her child for eight months?

 

Set.
Yes. My legs are itching to start moving and my feet are  ready to take me wherever my heart wants me to go. I’ve set my mind on this trip a long time ago, and I’ve come to the point of no return.
My eyes are overlooking the track ahead and my heads nods approvingly.

 

Go!
Yes. My backpack is ready. Destinations are chosen. Tickets are printed. Today is the big day. A final lunch at my mom’s, and my sister and brother in law will pick me up and drive me to the airport. Let’s go!

 
I can’t help but wonder if those two crazy friends of mine will keep their drunken promise of waving me goodbye at the airport…

 

09 January 2011

My number 1.

There are people you dislike, there are people you tolerate, there are people you like, and there are people you love. But there’s always this one person that you admire and adore, no matter what. And I’m no exception.
The person I adore today, is somebody with little mistakes.
She may not always agree with me, but she’ll never be mad at me.
She may not always like what I do, but she’ll never judge me.
She may not support all my acts, but she’ll never let me down.
She takes care of me, I rely on her.

Whenever I have a problem, I turn to her.
A stain on my shirt that I can’t get out? I call her.
A replacement car when mine is in the garage? I’ll lend her Daewoo.
Craving for my favorite dish? She’ll prepare it.
Whatever my question is, she’ll never demur.
She’s the best mother in the world. She’s my number 1!