This Friday marks my mother's 58th birthday. While those she loved and loved her will be celebrating it here on earth, she is partying on with the best of us. She was the glue that kept us all together. She was a phenomenon. It is now that I feel I need her most. From time to time, I can remember her dichos. Her most memorable, "mi'ja, a nadie le vas a dolor mas como me dueles a mi." She was right.
I tried looking for her in many people and failed to find her. Nevertheless, I have become content with seeing her through glimpses here and there. Her love expands itself in the mothers I work with everyday. There is no sacrifice too small for their children.
I often say that my siblings and I were raised by three different sets of parents. Being the first born held the benefit of being taught discipline, responsibility and purpose early in life. I always had a plan in mind, meticulously working to make it happen. As painful as it was, I am ever so thankful for being granted the mother I had early in my life. I cannot imagine being raised by someone not like her.
Que Dios me la siga bendiciendo!
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