An Unpaid Profession ( A mom’s lifetime fulfillment)


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She works outside for a living.

She works inside for what she’s living.

How much could we pay for a lifetime profession?

Her feet had sore due to working hard, she has been coughing during her working days, but you hear no complains. She has been coming late for home, barely having any sleep. Yet before she sleeps, she makes sure you’re tucked in bed, and dad is at rest. And before placing herself in the sack, she cleans whatever the mess there is, while preparing for what’s in for tomorrow.

Living for 19 years, I have come to realize something important. How great our moms could be, when all we teens know is how rant all about our selves being grounded or being as shit as ever? Like how they can’t understand our feelings and such. How are they able to manage such patience with us, enduring such lifetime.

My mom works at the government. (never ‘for’) A full 10- office hour bombarded with meetings and side papers lining as her work. She takes care of the resident companies, and sometimes covers production and stage management as an extra. Having 24 hours per day minus this 10-hour share, what more could she do with the remaining 14 hours?

She wakes up at 5. Drinks coffee at eats breakfast till 5:30, afterwards she’ll be sweeping the floor and brushing her teeth, she will take her shower by past 6. 

After, shower she’ll dress up for an enough time, then lists up things to buy for me to go when I wake up. Her hands will poke me lightly and then she will start instructing me for the day. Me, being at least a good listener while half-asleep could just nod and note all the things she mentioned before leaning and giving me a kiss on the head as she leave for work.

Then her travel would get her on the office for 2 hours, then the rest would be just a day in the office. I always wake up an hour or two right after she’s on her way to the office, then that would be the start of my own day with her instructions while she’s out. (E.g what to cook for lunch and dinner, what to buy, what to do around the house.)

If I have something I think I forgot, I would just dial her number and there she is.

Usually, she comes home almost midnight, be it 11 or 12mn. I am now already sitting down on my laptop burning my eyes with the screen waiting for her. My brother would have left by 10 because of his working schedule, or during his off, we’re both in front of our desktops waiting for mom to text and ask us to see her at the village gate.

Technically, a day is over when it’s 12mn. But for her, it’s not. She’ll have her time to sit only for a few minutes, then take a short shower, after that she’ll either do some chores like iron clothes or sweep again. Then watch her favorite drama shows in iwantv, in that way she could be at ease before finally lying down her bed and call it a day. These activities end till 2am. So her time to rest before another 5am for the next day is just approximately 3 hours.

Tell me, how much would you give for a lifetime love and care?

She has been working hard for us 3, she loves working hard for us 3. She never liked the thought of us in the hospital, in pain or broke/shoved etc.

Though her feet now caused her pain, because of working too much. Though her pain stole those 3 hours because she can’t continue a good sleep. She is working, like a 24/7 restaurant. She caters anything, everything for her family.

For how many years, I’ve never observed such kind love. A love so strong than any other relations. A love so pure that even our stained souls could always feel sane within their embrace. A heart so warm that it melts the walls of stoned heart.

A love of a life time from a mother’s heart.

I asked my mom once. “How can you manage?”

She simply smiled and answered. “The fulfillment of being a mother is not just  by giving birth, but by being with you. Till you are able to stand and create your own world.”

“You may look taller than me now, or think better for yourself now, but even the world twists and changes. You are still my child, the baby who used to cry and look for ‘mommy.’ “

These words seem to mark till I grew up, the conversations we shared through my being helped me understand what her world seems to be..

Being a mother is hard. REAL HARD. Just start with the thought of conceiving. Then the rest, take the flashbacks. When did your mom told you she’s lazy enough not to work? Or how lazy she is to look for food? Questions and responsibilities bombard our mothers everyday.

Be it the food for lunch, the color of your t-shirt, the style of your hair, or if you have taken yourself very well while in school.

She is so full of others that she cannot even see herself. That’s why we are here, to let her see she’s a precious woman to be taken care of.

I owe my mom everything.

I love her with all of me. 😀 

I would even choose to live nothing with you.

Because, everything I’ve got to lose is just in you. 

You are our EVERYTHING mom. ;D




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10 thoughts on “An Unpaid Profession ( A mom’s lifetime fulfillment)

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