May 14, 2009
This past weekend I celebrated my First Mother’s Day. David planned to leave for a few days on a surprise trip requiring hiking gear, swimsuits and extra diapers. While heading down south on Saturday morning, I realized that we wouldn’t be back the following day to celebrate with my mother. Initially we planned on leaving on Friday, but due to work obligations it was switched to Saturday. After some contemplation, I decided that while I wanted to get away’ and enjoy
So David and I spontaneously decided to drive around the Bay area, visiting areas in Marin County and Napa
As a young teenager, I used to wake my mother up every morning at 5am to iron her clothes and cook
I can still fondly remember the time when someone asked me why I put my mother before a lot of things in my life my answer?
I could only hope that one day when I have a child, he/she will treat me the same way I treat my mom.”
In my life, I want to serve my mother the way she has served me her entire life. Growing up, she was the more liberal half of my parents child-rearing. I fondly remember her buying me new pairs of shoes when we had little money.
As I reflect on my first mother’s day I realize more fully the unconditional love and endless devotion that streams between a mother and a child. While we weren’t able to leave the entire weekend, the symbol behind why we stayed not only inspired my writings today, but will inspire my actions for the rest of my life.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. Happy Belated Mother’s Day.
Journal Pictures: May 12, 2009