About my Mom

My Mom is independent and strong. She’s the type who would rather go out and explore than stay home and cook.

She loves to dress up. I remember distinctly a scene in her office when I was a kid and she was about 40, where i looked up from my drawing, saw her working and thought of how beautiful she was.

She would always wear feminine clothes at work, she was her boss' adviser, she was friends with most of her colleagues yet she’d never hesitate to stay home when one of us is sick or needs her attention.

My love for reading and studying came from our moments of reviewing my lessons together.

She’d work hard but makes sure she picks us up after school.

She’s quite an explorer. I got my love for travel from her. She becomes a kid again and has no qualms expressing her amazement with every new things she discovers.

My first time in New York city was one of my most memorable and fun trip. It was just me and my mom and my jaw would drop at how tall the buildings were and how crazily crowded it got at rush hour and my mom would belly laugh and switch to her native Visayan dialect when she gets excited. We had such a grand time, we'd head out every after breakfast and return just before midnightexhausted and satisfied.

When she’s mad, we all take cover and hide. But that’s only because she constantly worries about her brood. Her prayers are full of us getting out of our current challenges in one piece.

What i’m very thankful for is my mom’s simplicity and child like wonderment. She has shown me that it’s okay to laugh hard, to continue to be amazed by the littlest things and to appreciate every moment that make up our days.

But most of all, its her Quiet Strength that I hope to develop one day. To be the same rock that she is to us and hopefully I could be to my own family.