Mother's Day Impasse

Tell me. How am I supposed to be feeling, now that it's mother's day?

Lonely: This is my first Mother's Day away from my family. I miss everyone at home, especially my mom. I wish I could've been there to celebrate it with them, and to be just beside her in person ... let her know how much she means to me, and how I'm sorry for all the stupid things I may have done in the past. My mom is the total package. She's a mom, a sister, a friend, a teacher, a counselor, a cooking instructor all wrapped in one. I cannot be mushy like this around her.

Angry: N/A

Scared: N/A

Crazy: Can you feel crazy? In that case, I always do.

Happy: This is my first Mother's Day away from my family. I miss everyone at home, especially my mom. I know I could've been there to celebrate this special day with them, but hey, there seems to be a way for everything. I can call her, make her an e-card, text her, chat with her at ym, email her, make her a friendster comment. These may not seem enough, compared to being in person with her ... but I guess it doesn't have to be Mother's Day for me to tell her I love her and how much she means to me. My mom is the total package. She's a mom, a sister, a friend, a teacher, a counselor, a cooking instructor all wrapped in one. And I'm proud of her! They're happy I'm here, so why shouldn't I be? I guess this should be another reason why I should give my best in my studies, huh.

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Yeah, yeah. The answer is obvious. Although, of course, I still feel bad I can't be present at home. Even my subconscious reminded me how much I wanted to be home now. I woke up at around 6am, added a few things on my formal report on organic chemistry, and felt the need for sleep again after an hour. Then... I was in deep slumber for a couple more hours and...

I was in the airport with a few people. We were all going home to Bacolod for Mother's Day. Our flight was delayed because the PAL crew bullied the passengers. I can't be really specific about it. I was only told so. Bad PAL. Well, anyway, I called my mom to tell her of the flight delay.

Jet: Mom, na-delay flight ko
Mom: What?
Jet: Delayed flight ko.
Mom: Mapuli ka??? (You're coming home???)

It was only until that freaked-out line my mom gave did I realize I was not supposed to go home, realistically considering our class reporting and lab reports due Monday, and my exam on Tuesday. Weird.

Hmmm... I can already imagine. Our house must be smelling of vanilla, and that lemony filling, and that choco frosting for her chocolate cake. Or of melted cheese and crumbs and eggs being deep fried with the chicken for her cordon bleu (which I know she'll probably make if I was there, assuming all resources are available). Or of onions and garlic being sauteed for her fresh tomato sauce, of butter and milk for her mouth-watering white sauce - which she will mix and spread on her well-cooked spaghetti noddles.

This is making me hungry.

I love my mom! I want to tell the whole world :) Hmmm ... On second thought, maybe I can. Or, didn't I just do it?

Hi. Whoever you are. I want you to know I love my mom. Tell your friends, too.
*shake head*
This is going to freak everyone out.

Oh. Maybe this is a better idea:

Make a Smilebox free ecard

Happy Mother's Day Mom! You're the best-est. Rock on. ^^v