Today is the day made especially for mothers.
I know that I should be saying this more often, but thank you.
Thanks you for making the time and even pulling all-nighters to watch over me when I’m sick, for giving me your attention even when under busy times. Thank you for teaching me my first words, and for being there to hold my hand on my first steps.
Thank you for the love, and even though sometimes I get annoyed by your lectures, thank you, for now I realize that those words played a huge part in making me who I am now, and I don’t regret anything, because I know that I grew up well—the you raised me well.
But thank yous are not the only things I should be telling you.
There’s also the apologies that I should have said long ago.
I’m sorry for oftentimes being selfish—like when you were asking me for help on some paperwork and I agreed half-heartedly—begrudgingly, even—forgetting how you selflessly stayed up at night so many times in the past to finish my projects.
I’m sorry for blaming you for some things that were probably my fault.
I’m sorry for being insensitive to your stress, sometimes demanding more attention even when you’re tired from work.
Sorry for sometimes thinking that I’m better than you, easily forgetting that if it were not for your efforts during my childhood, I would be nothing right now.
There are so many things I want to tell you, but some of them have been already buried in the past and probably forgotten…
But I do know one thing: You’re my mom, and I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day. :)