Her First Time

I can say that I am pretty close with my mother. I think a big part of it is because she has always tried to be a very understanding and an open minded mother to me and my sister. Even though we would disagree on a lot of things, we always try to discuss and back then we would communicate via handwritten letters to talk about difficult topics that may seem awkward to talk about face-to-face. We could talk about almost everything; day to day problems, our views and beliefs, even about first kisses. We would get into arguments or even fights that lasted for days, but in the end we always get back to each other with or without apologies. 

As the only constant thing in life is change, my relationship with my mom is no exception. Rather than saying that it has changed, i prefer to say that is has evolved. I don't know how to describe it exactly but since I was little I have always thought of my parents as someone to look up to, the inspiration, a role model in a sense where it deluded me to think that they are without a flaw and know everything that they are doing. Until I found myself in huge disappointment and resentment when there was a time that my mother didn't act like I thought she would, or at that time I think she wasn't doing the right thing. Then it hit me that she's also doing everything for the first time, especially she's being a mother for the first time. There's no trial of being a mother, neither there it is a school. With that thought in mind, I started to see her for who she truly is. Learning to accept her flaws, and to cherish her strengths even more. Being able to see the vulnerable sides of her i've been too blind to notice before even made me admire her more in a way. 

When we try to see our mother for who they are—simply as human—we will actually start to truly appreciate them and loving them even more. 

Mama if you are reading this, you know I love you.
Also, Happy Mother's Day to all the amazing moms out there!
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