Happy Birthday, Mummy!

Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. My Mother is the sweetest person to ever set foot on the face of the earth. She is my 24-hour support system, my bestest friend, my guardian angel. She is the vault which I deposit all my hurts and worries in, and withdraw happiness and love from. She did not sacrifice her individuality when she became a mother. She also did not sacrifice motherhood to be an individual. In fact, motherhood, she says, helped expand her capabilities.

Mummy is a homemaker, and her adeptness at this very essential job is visible in every corner of my home. And of course, my house is called a home because my mother has made it so. She has been a stay-at-home Mom ever since I came into the world, but if there's anyone who loves her for that, it would be me. She was always there when I came home from school and just had to tell someone about the A+ and golden star I received from my teacher. She was always there when I came home from a competition and just had to show someone the trophy/medal I had been awarded. She was always there when I came home from college gushing about that cute guy who smiled at me and just had to confide in someone how much I loved him. She is not someone I can lean on, but someone who makes leaning unnecessary.

Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes or by dozens and hundreds. There will always be plenty of flowers, stars, sunsets, dewdrops, rainbows, brothers, sisters, friends. But there is only one mother in the whole world. My mother's love is something I never have to acquire; in fact, I do not even have to deserve it. She is the only person on earth who can divide her love equally between my brother and me, yet both her children still have all her love. No gift to her can ever equal her gift to me - life!

Happy birthday, Mummy.

I find myself wondering...
Did I give you your due?
For all that you've done for me,
Did I ever thank you?
For all of my childhood memories,
For helping me with life's stresses,
For helping me accept my defeats,
And celebrating my successes?
For teaching me the value of hard work,
Good judgement, courage, and being true,
The laughter, the smiles, the silence we shared,
Did I ever thank you?
If I have forgotten, I'm thanking you now,
You taught me right from wrong;
I hope you know how much you're loved,
And I know you knew that all along.

You filled my days with rainbow lights,

Fairytales and sweet dream nights,

A kiss to wipe away my tears,

Comforting words to ease my fears.

You gave the gift of life to me,

And then in love, you set me free.

I thank you for your tender care,

For deep warm hugs, for just being there.

I hope that when you think of me,

A part of you you'll always see.

You were there when I first walked

And went unsteadily across the floor.

My childhood you fashioned ever so tender,

Till my steps took me out the door.

Wherever I go, you can be sure -

In spirit, you're never alone,

For where you are, is what matters,

'Coz that's what I call home.