Been sick the last couple of days, and it was horrid, yet comforting and heartwarming. In my utterly miserable state of slipping in and out of feverish sleep, my mum was always there to take care of me, to make me feel better.
I used to take her love for granted when I was younger, that it was only right that she tucks me in at night, and cooks me what I wanted to eat, and buys me what I wanted! It was only when I left home to further my studies, that I realize that her unconditional love should be appreciated, and never taken for granted.
My friends always speak of their mums, and well I came to realize over the years that not all mums offer love like my mum did. And yesterday I couldn't help but tear at the prospect of leaving because I can't bear to leave her.
The first night I fell sick, my fever didn't go away the whole night. I couldn't sleep well because I was burning up, and my mum didn't sleep much either...because throughout the night, she was making sure I was wearing my socks, making sure that I didn't kick off my blanket, making sure that I drank my glucose water, making sure that my blanket was wrapped around me like a cocoon, and making sure to wipe the sweat off my forehead...
The next day, early morning, she was already up and out buying porridge for me, and buying back barley and cooking barley for me because the doc said I couldn't drink water. And that she did for the next two days, making sure I have something I can eat when it's time for my medication, making sure that I was getting better...... The worry lines on my mum's face were so deep that my heart ached so much. I wanted to get better faster for her so bad......
Even when I was all the way over in the states, she would call me everyday. At the same time after 9pm everyday, because I get free calls after nine. She's always so considerate, but more often than not, I brushed her aside because of work or other stuff......
One of my all-time favorite quotes is "We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone". Only now did I realize that I didn't enter the world alone. I enter the world with my mum right by me...
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SO TRUE DARLIN!
My mom always knows just how to take care of me too. I always feel guilty. Now that I'm old enough to see what she's done for me and what she's given up I feel terribly for all the years that I treated her with disrespect.
Yea, but I'm sure they know we love them. When I was writing my blog about my mum, I was ignoring her when she was talking to me! Tuff love, I call it. :D
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