Ever so slightly overdue, but every bit as sincere as if this were posted last Sunday. ❤
Mama and I look very much alike. We’ve been called each other’s twin, photocopy, carbon copy and what-have-you almost every time someone sees us together for the first time. Despite our uncanny resemblance though, there lies a stark difference in our dispositions.
I am deliberate (if sometimes cautious, but never anti-social) with my words and actions, while Mama tends to be spontaneous and bubbly.
Mama was at the graduation rites of our college this April — this isn’t at all odd or surprising, except for the fact that my own graduation is slated for next year. She came to cheer on my friends who were graduating, most of whom she had already come to know and love as her own children in the course of countless meetings, hangouts, movie marathons and sleepovers we’ve hosted at home.
To my surprise and slight horror, she strode right up to my friends and gave them cheek-air kisses as the others were being called to the stage to receive their certificates. She even brought the graduates gifts that would be of use for them in the work force, which she insisted on “delivering” to each of the recipients as the ceremony wore on.
As an usherette, it was all I could do to tell my own mother to behave and wait till the rites were over before approaching the graduates. The whole scene felt like it came straight out of a Freaky Friday sequel. Even if she tends to be boisterous — and even if her quirks make me feel like the parent in the relationship sometimes — Mama is never pompous. And more importantly, she continues to amaze me with her propensity to be generous.
I love you, Mamao!