About Mothers

Below is from an email that I received from my sis-in-law, circulated email.. I am sure you have received it before. I think it's so true...

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The Images of Mother:

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart,the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

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I missed the days when I was a still a young girl. I remembered my mother used to bring me to movies, just the two of us, we watched Starwars, Superman, E.T, and some chinese movies.. We also went shopping in town.. We took bus to P.D, to my mother's maiden home where I spent a lot of weekends and holidays there with my cousins playing at the beach and swam at the Yatch Club... and during the year end school holidays, we would take train to Singapore, every year! I really had a splendid childhood come to think of it. I was very lucky to be the youngest among my siblings, to get so much attention and pamper.. but then, when I was younger I didn't realise that, I always thought everyone in the family was always controlling me.. and off course when I was a teenager, I would argue with my mom a lot and hurt her... Then, as I started college in KL, I started to miss home and my parents a lot. I still remember the first time I took the bus home to S'ban, my parents eagerly waited for me at the bus terminal and prepared fried rice for me to eat in the car, fearing that I was hungry... This is exactly how it was, growing up.. and exactly how it felt, like the above email...

I am really fortunate that I have parents who are so loving, so caring, they are simply the most selfless parents in the world.. never expecting or demanding for anything in return..

I love you, Pa, Ma!!!