A graded reflection: My Mother's Love in a Bowl
This evening I completed a graded reflection journal entry for a university module. After writing my heart out I looked at the submission guidelines only to find the glaring reminder, '150-200 words'. Did I edit? Of course I did. Or rather, I tried to, and gave up, because the cutting risked trimming sentiments too bubbling even to contain within the current word count of 222. So I submitted a shortened edition anyway with 219 words and kept the original. Call it frivolous, but the remaining 3 words are worth keeping for the love of feeling, and the love of mum - yes! The self-selected theme for today's graded reflection is my mother, and her way of expressing love. How can 200 words express it all? Not even my 222 words are enough. Anyway, with Mother's Day coming up, I decided to keep, and also to share this short reflection. Even without occasion, everyday is Mother's Day, especially one's birthday, when she withstood the pain to bring a fragile newborn into Earth, before cradling it when its eyes were still too weak to see its first glimpses of the world. Is that the light of the setting sun? Time to give mum a kiss.
Written: 17.3.2020
I am forever grateful to my mother for cooking delicious dinner for my family and I. She could choose not to, since my brother and I could easily buy food home on the way home, but she insists despite our proposals.
Yesterday, there was an urgent skype call that I had to attend to for a group project in the evening, and was not able to help out as usual in the kitchen. I felt really sorry, and tried to do some things to help.
Instead of being pissed, she pushed me to eat rather than worry about the chores, told me to "just eat don't talk". Every mouthful warmed my heart, belly and soul.
I suck at cooking.
One day though, I want to cook for her too. The dinner, though short, was a treasurable one as all dinners are with her, and taught me the selflessness of parenthood and the revitalising warmth family could bring amidst daily hassles.
Every moment with the people we love is beautiful and precious, one day they won't be around anymore as would we too crumble to rejoin the earth.
Reflecting on this moment reminds me of the importance to treasure the ephemerality of our everyday ties, and to move on with the deepened zest to appreciate it in all its fragile yet lasting beauty.
~ 💗~
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