Last night, after relaying one childhood story to hubby, I went to the comfort room and looked at myself in the mirror. And I could not help but shed a tear after realizing how much I am missing my mom. We could have shared a very strong friendship. The kind of relationship I shared with my mom was an unconventional one. She was the type who would let her kids go out on their own to discover the things they have to learn. And when they stumble, she would be there to explain what might have gone wrong. It felt good having her trust and confidence.

Growing up that way, I enjoyed living life alone, exploring the whole world without someone dictating or directing me what to do. It is so ironic that I am now looking for some guidance from the seasoned ones now that I am an adult and expected to do things on my own. I take pleasure and knowledge in hearing the stories of other people. And it is sad that my mom is not here with me to share what she learned about life.

But nevertheless, God taught me life’s lessons through challenging obstacles and overwhelming victories. He made me go through all things which allowed me to grow as an individual capable of feeling and loving.

I miss my mom. I really do…