Mama = Supernatural Miracle

Assalamualaikum..Hii and Elllooow Everybody..Now i sounds like Purple Barney ;)
Well, just now at class, my mind as always will ehem, fly and left the class like a butterfly..lala..But i manage to 'fly back home' as soon as my lecturer started telling us about her kids, her 'how-to-manage-early-aged-marriage' things and the UTMOST is when she talked about her feelings ( i mean struggle too) on being a MOTHER. Hm, at this profound moment, i'm so THANKFUL that i'm here, finishing my study at all girls' institute. But ya, i admit, sometimes the 'thanking' part is not that 'full'..hihi. That's why this moment is a profound one and ya, i do love IPPM (my opinion, mind you) It's an all girls' community and we are free to talk, discuss, vocalize and even verbalize anything that maybe other institution finds it as a 'taboo' (but mostly, this happens in class only..irony) Ohkay, lets go back to what i wanna say, em wait..i forgot! Aha!..About my lec's story. This was what she said just now..

"Kalau kahwin tu amat membahagiakan, dapat baby lagi membahagiakan. Saya ngan suami asyik tgk je baby bila dia lahir, asyik2 tgk, sikit2 tgk, kejap2 tangkap gambar, tak jemu2"

Oh ya, in my opinion, what i'm writing here is neither 'crude nor immoral'. So be open. Withdraw if you find it disagreeable. Proceed...She told us about the pain of Giving Birth. The 'describing' part managed to get us all screaming, shrieking and 'ouch-ing'..She then said that, 'giving birth is always a same process of you (if YOU are a girl..men just take note..hihi) struggling with life and death situation and PAIN. What captured me most was when she said that..

"Bila awak rasa sendiri saat-saat nak melahirkan baby, masa tuela awak ingat mak awak"

I'v heard this thousand time. It do gave me jitters; for a while. Then when i'm with Oprah, Paolo Coelho writings, yogurts, doughnuts and koko-jelly, i lose track of the fact..hihi. But today, i feel like writing it on an orange 'stick-on' notes and paste it on my board. Or maybe at places that i'll always be in contact with, toilet?? Hm, guess why its so important..because the pain that our Mothers' had suffered from bringing us to this world is UNIMAGINABLE. These are my friends unrestrained curiosity and their resemblance on how PAINFUL the PAIN of giving birth is..

" Ada tak macam rasa sakit gigi?"

" Ada tak macam rasa sakit perut nak ke tandas,mgkin CB...?"

" Ada tak macam sakit senggugut ?"

And mine was just a monologue..

"Ada tak macam rasa sakit, nak muntah dan lembik lutut macam lepas naik Pirate Ship??(owh..there's an 'interesting' story on this..wait, i'll tell it soon..)

And the answer to all the wary girls..

" Ehhhhh (full of emotions, passions and actions..) taaaaakkk. Sakit tue semua lain sayaaangg. Tak akan ada yang setanding dengan sakit mak awak nak lahirkan awak tau. Saya yang bercerita nie pun naik bulu roma sebab mengingatkan kembali, aih, sangat sakit. Ingatlaa pengorbanan mak awak. Kesian mak awak tau.. "

And again...the class whimpered with 'We Are So Scared' sounds. That's the most that we can do. In my heart. I'm imagining my Mother. I called her Ma. She likes make-up but she put it aside. She likes new lovely dress but she lay it on hold. She likes bling-bling jeweleries but she said 'It's ok, my kids ones' first'. She likes floral fragrance smells of perfumes but she just uses baby talc and said "it reminds me of my kids when their babies". She likes comforting shoes from Clarks, Scholl, but all she would wear is a pair of sandals that stays at her feet when she waters her lovely Orchids. And theres more that she likes, but as a Mother, she put us first in everything and sacrifice is ALWAYS a big part of her.

Your sincerity shows in everything and anything that you do to us Ma. And i know your happiness is made of ours. How blessed i am to have you. A strong Mother inside out.
(owh, it's raining! kejap-kejap..labuuu, angkat kain di jemuuuraaan!)

Phew. Im back

Sadly, i'm sure, we as children, have thousand of reasons to be mad at this Ombudsman which is our Mother. But remember. They will not be with us forever. They will go one fine day. They will be here no more. No more smells of her lovely cooking and her, sounding at the highest pitch of her 'vocal training' session.
The most that u'll be loosing is, her comforting-stress-relieving-smile. Owh, how i wish i will grow up and be just like you Ma. But i don't want my kids to love me like i love you. Because my love for you is not up to what you have done. It's just a tiny drop into the ocean of your love! You are my everything. I mean EVERYTHING.

From now on, bear in mind that we are such a 'hard painful yet a precious gift' for our Mother. Let them feel at ease and serene knowing that they have been raising a nice young lady and a responsible young man. Even thow sometimes they do not throw perfect plans for us, but we are big enough rite, work our way out and make them happy again. Let them look us with pride.

One more shot..

Heaven will not be away too far or too long if we love our Mother dearly. InsyaAllah..

P/S : Love Your Papa too :)