I’m growing up. She’s growing old.
This photo was taken some 3 years back.
And I am asking myself: the phoneographer in me always captures moments, freezes time and frames memories, why don’t I have a photo of me and mom lately?
The realization suddenly hit me.
That while I am busy snap shooting things whenever I get home, she is busy preparing my room that I use only when I am here in Tarlac.
That while I savor the healthy lunch she prepared, she is there still at the kitchen cooking some more.
That while I hone my skills and grow in love with phoneography, I forgot to notice Mom is busy being a mother to me.
This Friday was a turning point for me. I rushed home when I learned she was rushed to the hospital—dropping all the significant load I have at work, and all commitments I made for this weekend. It struck me that I was so busy growing up, I tend to forget Mom is growing old.
So this weekend, I am staying home.
To spend time with the woman I adore, to capture moments with person I deeply love, and to create more beautiful memories with my mom.
Happy Mother’s day, Ma! I love you.