Standing up for me—this is the best thing my mother does. She does it every minute of my life. Since the day I finished reading Mitch Albom’s For One More Day, which talks about a son’s relationship with his mother, standing up for me became a perfect the perfect role to term a mother’s love.
In the novel, the writer collected and shared to its readers the “Times my mother stood up for me” and the “Times I didn’t stand up for my mother.” If only the book tells my story, I would have the same collection in between the chapters. One time that my mother stood up for me, I just thought of it as a simple, plain, ordinary experience but ironically, it was the experience that I cannot take off my mind until now. Maybe it is because it was the first experience that I actually jotted down and saved.
The rainy month of July left me stranded in Miriam College one dismissal time. I got no umbrella, no jacket. I waited for a tricycle but I still needed an umbrella to eventually get home or I’ll be drenched in the downpour. What I got was my phone and it was Mama whom I texted, trying my luck if she’s also on her way home from somewhere. Lucky enough, she’s on her way home from Cubao and she even suggested that she can pick me up at Mini Stop. The day ended with my realization.
Even if we’ll still get wet because of the rain and we’ll end up spending double for jeepney fare, Mama still chose to fetch me and not neglect me and let me suffer because I’ve already lost lots of umbrellas. She still chose to stand up for me and until now, she never fails to do so.
It’s her perfect role and I love her for it. It’s her standing up that inspires me more to stand up for her too.
This article was the essay part of my preliminary exam in Journalism Class under Ms. Cathy Guballa. I got a 28 over 30 score in this part of the exam and a “V. Good Kring” remark from my professor.
