It was a very
hot day and a trip from Pagadian to Iligan on a bus just sitting for four whole
hours wasn’t a joke. Worn-out, I and my mom went to a boarding house where we
planned I would stay for the coming semesters. It looked good outside and the
housekeeper was very accommodating. However we hadn’t had much time checking at
it because we quickly went in since our feet were already throbbing from
walking while carrying huge bags. Inside, my mom talked to the landlord, made
final adjustments and personally put my stuff in their place. Since it was
running late, she stayed in for the night and planned to leave the following
day.
The moment my mom got away, the thought of having to
live independently was so exciting. No sisters that would ran through my things
and no one to keep on reminding me to clean my bed and stuff. All those sweet
thoughts of having control of my life got me all excited. But that belief did
not last for long. Slowly I began getting tired of having to prepare things for
my own- washing my own clothes and plates, having to go out of the house just
to buy food, catching up with the curfew and all. I've been going through the
most incredibly strenuous weeks of my life- adjusting to college and learning
to live on my own. Every day, I had to take care of myself, my own needs and to
budget my money wisely.
I was getting so caught up in the problems and trying
to work things out that I forgot to eventually text my mom every now and then.
I used up all my free time studying because I’m actually not so good in math
and I only remembered to text whenever I had problems with my budget or if I
have basic questions about chores and stuff. I know I’m not expressive and all
since, as Sir Frondoza would say, we are in the rebellious years as teenagers.
Not to the extent that I would go off doing mischievous things but for me, it
just felt awkward getting all mushy through texts and stuff.
Weeks passed and my mom still texted me every now and
then, getting updates about school, and monitoring my condition at the boarding
house. I would then reply with the usual, “Ok lang po.” And then she would
start reminding me about things I should accomplish, or ask if I’d been to the
Laundry Shop and all. I was about to reply again with my typical “Opo. Ok lang
po.” But something sort of told me not to. I read my reply once again and a
flashback of all the times my mom patiently updated my status away from home struck
me. I was so stalled by the whole college adjusting thing that I can’t even put
a little effort to just even thank my mom. I realized I had actually stopped giving
her tribute for her unbounded efforts to get me to college and for simply being an awesome mom. \mm/
I cleared the screen, typed my message and placed the
words I’ll never ever forget to say again- “Thank you Mom.” :)
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