Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother. – By Lin Yutang
We mothers share the happiness and pains of bringing a child into the of the world, the joy of raising a child. But mothers have been often neglected and unappreciated. What does it take to be a mother?
Who can still nurse an infant after experiencing the pains of giving birth and sometimes take care of other children at the same time?
Who can rock a baby to sleep despite having sleepless nights and still finish household chores?
Who can market and cook and clean up the house, wash clothes but still has the energy for playtime? For homework?
How about the working moms who juggle their time with the horrendous traffic, meetings and deadlines but still has time to check what’s for dinner?
Mothers have the ability to think if there are still milk and eggs or bread for breakfast despite a day of presentation and conferences.
Have you thought about laundry detergent or toilet paper or pet food running out during an important meeting? Only a mom will remember.
Have you ever excused yourself from a very important meeting to buy medicine for your feverish child? Children first for any mom.
Who can squeeze parent teacher meetings or doctor appointments during lunch breaks and miss eating lunch of course? Mommies will just say “I need to lose a few pounds anyway.”
Have you fixed a broken light? A broken water pipe or a leak in your roof? I know mothers who have been master handy mans.
In the provinces, have you heard of single mothers stories, those who have raised fine young children by cooking and selling longganisa and tocino (some Philippine home made delicacies).
How about mothers who have chosen to sell “Avon” and “Tupperware” products to be able to celebrate a child’s birthday party?
How about the wives of our overseas Filipino workers who are left to courageously take care of the young ones alone?
Often times in slum areas, mothers sacrifice the last spoonful of food for her hungry child.
Praises to most domestic helpers who have left children in their hometown to face the challenge of a different culture to be able to earn for the whole family.
How about the old lady who sells cotton rags near Ayala Alabang to raise a living probably even for grandchildren? Next time you pass by please buy some rags from her.
I know of a mother who raised a fine young architect by selling sampaguitas. I am definite you have heard of a similar story.
We mothers have encountered diverse types of difficulties, pains, sorrows and sacrifices in being the best mother we would want to be. We apologize if often times we forget a thing or two, it is just we are trying to remember 98 items more.
Mothers are the real ironmoms! We need not finish a full distance triathlon race or a short 3k fun run. We still are called iron cause we have stood strong, endured and lasted a variety of challenges thus we have been a winner to our children’s hearts.
Yes we have endured, we are ironmoms!
Kaya mo ba maging IRONMOM?