Right now, my mom's on a plane flying back to Cebu. I hope she found her boarding gate alright. I watched her backpack and her luggage get smaller and smaller as she walked into the departure area, silently wishing her a safe and comfortable journey. Partly on her flight, but mostly on her life.
It was definitely an honour to have her with us. It felt nice to see and hear hear pottering around the house, knowing she's just there. You know what I mean? There is a certain sense of comfort that comes with your parent's physical presence. Them being in the same space as you is more than enough. It's a privilege.
But, of course, my mom has her own life to live and I totally respect that. In fact, I want that for her. I want her to be happy and to use the moisturiser and the sunscreen that I got for her. As I waited in the check-in line with her, I told her to be very religious in her skincare routine the same way she told me in the car on the way to the airport to be very religious in going to church on Sundays. Knowing our ways, we probably won't be very religious about the things we tell each other to be religious about. At all.
We're so different and yet so alike. And it was during this visit that I got to appreciate her the most.
Because on this trip, I saw her not only as a mother, but also as a woman.
Which was why maybe we clicked so much in going op shopping.
*Raven at 7 years old
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