MY Mama in Progress

Yep, the title is very straightforward. This post is for me to remind myself that God has answered my a-very-long-time-ago prayer.

MY Mama in Progress...

Mama didn't finish college because of financial reasons. She had to work and become independent in a very early age. Thinking about the difference of our childhood and teenage lives, I kind of feel ashamed of myself, proud of her, and grateful for her and Papa at the same time.

Mama, since Kuya was born, was a plain housewife. But, as someone who has been used to working since she was young, she inserted "part-time" jobs while being a full-time wife and mother.

If my memory serves me well...
1. She had her sari-sari store in front of our house
2. She became an AVON dealer
3. She sold ice, ice candy, Binangkal - OH YES! I REMEMBER THIS! I was her assistant cook ☺♥
4. She sold different sorts of "viands" - lol, what English word iz thizzzzz BASTA OYY! SUD-AN XD
5. She studied tailoring and later then accepted tailoring orders
6. She cooked and sold Tabirak in our school
7. She became a "cellphone loader"
8. She had a "buy-and-sell-slash-pautang" business (bags, clothes, slippers, umbrella, trinkets, dried fish)
9. And recently, she has her Paluwagan - not really sure about the term though. But it's sort of a small cooperative where people invest and loan money. Yep, she's the collector, she's the manager, she's the head.

Papa is really strict. He would prefer Mama to stay home and look after us. I don't know but I somehow felt that Mama wanted to do something more than that. And so there were times when I really felt sorry for her. Right then I started praying to God that she could find something to keep her busy aside from doing the household chores - something that could give her a different kind of self-worth.

It's been 2 weeks since the last time we talked over the phone. She has no idea what I went through. I actually didn't call her since I was in my "hollow form" again. It was probably a month before I left Iligan when I started sharing my deepest thoughts with her. Nine months ago when I came here in Cebu, she has always been my confidante. At times when I am down, without her knowledge, her one text would always save me from depression. The last 2 weeks' dilemma is I think the first one that I intentionally missed to share with her. I just didn't feel like dragging her again into my problem and letting her worry; though, she would always sound very understanding and comforting. But I'm fine now and so I was ready to talk with her with my lively voice.

Then we had our 1 hour conversation. Just like the usual, updating each other about my work, my independent life here, the happenings and everyone at home, Abbie's school, and a lot of random things. But the topic that probably took half of the whole conversation was her Paluwagan. Yep, it's HER cooperative. Though it's still small and starting, I feel very happy for her. In the middle of the conversation, as she was cheerfully sharing her experiences, I remembered that I actually prayed for this. God has finally answered my prayer :') ♥

Though I am away and not able to witness how she gracefully does her job, I am sooooooooo happy for MY Mama... MY Mama with emphasis because I am really really REALLY  proud of her :') ♥

I miss home. But talking with her make me miss home more and less at the same time.
Thank you Ma ♥

Hearts all over~~ ♥♥♥
Yay~~! ^^♥

PS. Need to wake up at 5AM later. It's already 12.39 but I just have to post this. My heart says so ♥
PPS. This needs a photo but my external HD is broken. Will upload next time XD

It is not in our power not to feel or to forget an offense...

"We are freed from passion and anger, with which we allow our injuries to imprison us, by the transforming power of forgiveness. We forgive in Christ, and in Christ we regain the peace and serenity that were robbed from us when we failed to forgive." (x)