Happy birthday, Mama, and to the woman who borne you, whom we've all been missing sorely.
My mom is a lion. I mean it. She tells me stories how I was afraid of her when I was a kid. I was. I still am. She's like a dynamite, small but explosive. But it's all in a good, motherly way. I am always proud of her, because she's always trying SO HARD to make everything work better.
My mom is a lion. There's so many people who are afraid of her. I can count a number of house helps, church mates and neighbors who is cautious when she's around. My mom has always been misunderstood. People shy away from her because she's a critic. I sometimes shut my door in front of her because she's such a critic. But nevertheless, when I get to think about it, she's a critic because that's what God made her for; to check if something can be improved upon. Her opinions will always be opinions, but we don't have to take it personally no matter how harsh it is.
My mom is a lion. She's been dragged down so many times because she takes her stand and she's rooted to it. She has a strong sense of righteousness and that's the first thing she sees. There's a need for people, for hearts, for thoughts to be right. We can't do right all the time, we all have our own sense of right, but at least let's think for the betterment of others.
My mom is a lion. She opens the umbrella for me when I run into the rain. She forbids me to carry heavy things because she always thought I'm frail. Well, I'm frail. But I am glad to be able to do little bigger things slowly. My mom wanted to protect me, even in my three decades of existence. I hope I shall be able to give back everything out of gratitude when the time comes I am called to protect her.
My mom is a lion. She gets angry easily. She gets happy easily. She's always tired, stressed, but she always go another mile whenever there's work to be done. She's ready to give herself out for those who are helpless (me included), which is why she is always worn out. Although this is my first time to see a lion being too much engaged in game apps.
My mom is a lion. She prays hard, believes hard, and like a warrior, fights hard. She's been through many things; surgery, losing businesses, losing people, back-bitten, and all that stuff that I wonder why she isn't a misanthrophist yet. She stood her ground. She knew what was right. And she's staying in that place. Likewise, she's teaching us the same lessons too.
To become lions. Warriors of God.
We love you, lion mom.
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