The day of Birth
It is funny to be greeted by friends “Happy Birthday” remembering only the day I was born by the date and year and time. I myself consume my mind on remembering the day my mother had the hours of difficulty. The time where she had the labour just to bring me out of the womb.
Of course I am thankful and grateful of all the greetings.. I judt have to pay attention that the day I was born.. It was my mother who gave birth to me. =birth day.. 😂😂
It must be painful for her at that time to struggle thinking just to survive the birthing of a small little child. And that moment, she must have forgotten all the worries she carry out day by day.
I wish people would remember her more than I. I wish people would think of her again as every year passes by how she had survived those very first moments just to give me the chance to live and experience life.
I was a history of abortion. In the middle of my mother’s pregnancy she probably had stopped doing what she planned to do do against the life inside her womb. I was born with a left blind eye. I experienced the bullies and humiliating events from people who did not know the story of my appearance. I experienced a difficult childhood. From her hands, i know how to feel the pain and the violence of every mistakes that I have made. I shed the tears by hearing how unlucky she was because of me. Through my teenage years, I kept the pain as if they were a part of me. It wasnt easy. All the scars would speak of the memories that I kept in silence. Yet I am happy she was still mother.
Those years have made me realise how fragile she was because it was the only right thing she knew to raise me. It was the memories of her upbringing that she thought was right to transmit and apply as a guideline to discipline. At times I honestly shed my tears with anger. I had resentment and I blew all the blame on her. I misunderstood her and even myself. But now, I reached the stage of wisdom through the years.
I became 33. And I am so thankful for all the things that happened.
Today is the day when my mother took me out of the world.. then I see… Half….
Today was the day when God decided then how I would look like, how I would see the world, how my heart would beat and how my life would be formed through the journey..
Today was the day when God set the people before me, to meet, to keep, to love, to loose, to hold and to cherish..
Today is not about party, not about cake or fancy gifts. Its about saying
THANK YOU GOD I SURVIVED ANOTHER YEAR WITH THIS CRUCIAL LIFE..!! THANK YOU GOD YOU’VE MOLDED ME DAILY BY TEACHING ME THINGS IN LIFE. FOR KEEPING YOUR HANDS AT HOLD EVEN WHEN I’M OUT SIGHT, FOR KEEPING ME SAFE EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW I AM A HARD HEADED CHILD..
To the One Above.. Im grateful living this life… 😌