Iyong Ina mo at ang Ina ko

Dear Mama,

Nakakaloka talaga ‘yang si Mimichoco. She makes life… How should I put it? Colourful? Unnecessarily irritating. Well, enough about her, so Happy Mother’s day my dear mother. I love you very much.

As I am becoming older and wiser, I realised that you are more like your mother than you know, and that I am more like you than ever before. I find myself doing what you did, following your example, saying what you imparted to me. In return, I have gotten the same reactions from my brother, my cousins, and other people, making me wonder if I was a good child. I made a lot of mistakes, and so did you, and so do all of us. How come you never want me to make a mistake, though? Yesterday’s mistake is today’s triumph.

If I copy you, does that mean I like what you did, or does copying happen automatically? What I’m trying to say is…

Thank you for letting me be angry with you. Thank you for being nicer than I am. Thank you for being obsessive-compulsive. Thank you for smelling nice all the time. Thank you for removing my kuto when I was younger.

I’m completely different from you, and you’re completely different from your mother. I will never set foot on those churches again, and you will not be matched up by your mother ever. I will always sing better than you, and you will always have better skin. We’ll both never be good cooks, but we will get along forever just fine, in this lifetime and every other one that will follow.

People wonder how you stay beautiful and young-looking, and it’s our little secret: because you have an even more beautiful heart.

If you weren’t my mother, and I not your daughter, would we be friends?

So please be happy, stop dieting, and believe me when I say that men and women are equal.

I will not obey everything you tell me to do only because you never did the same to your mother, but you still turned out perfect.