Short Story: Unfailing Love

Even before memory could be captured, mother cradled blood-stained Chester onto her bosom mumbling “I love you everyday” to him while being rolled out of the operating room. It did not matter that the young divorcee endured nine months and one final push, for the joy that set in supersedes the pain.

Mother whose once-beautiful hands are now all wrinkled up due to the hours put into hard labor struggled to make ends meet but always strive to give her precious Chester the best – the most meaty part of the chicken for dinner, the filling portion of the mud pie, his favorite storybook even if it meant not getting herself a replacement for her old clothes which were wearing out due to excessive use.

Like all boys, Chester was rowdy, played soccer, skipped classes and fought with other boys. Exchanges were made, blood was spat, principal was informed, phone calls were made. Mother apologized profusely and begged for Chester to not be kicked out of school. Walking home, Chester finally broke his silence and asked, “Mother, do you still love me?” Mother with tears in her eyes picked young Chester up and gave him the tightest bear hug and replied, “I love you everyday.”

Chester grew up in height and weight but that was not to be in stature. Falling into wrong company, Chester learned the ways of the street, got into more fights, arrived home drunk than sober more often than not, peddled drugs, woke up with a different woman by his side each time. His actions broke mother’s heart but her heart cannot deny itself for it speaks only of the language of love for her precious.

Chester was subsequently arrested, scheduled to stand trial. Mother visited, the two seek solace but was separated by a 5 centimeter see-through glass that stretched across the room. The broken Chester asked “Mother do you still love me?” Mother replied, “I love you everyday.”

Chester vowed to turn over a new leaf but change was not easy. Released on parole, Chester took up a decent job but fell back to his old ways not long after. Mother, the only person now to visit Chester continues to make routine visits to the prison Chester was confined in. While making one such visit, mother crossed the road too early and a fatal knock leaves her battling for her life, battling to see her precious for the last time.

Taking hesitant steps forward, the handcuffed Chester approached mother’s side in the hospital. Like birth pangs, that fades away upon the arrival of a baby, mother brightened up when she sees her precious Chester. Inconsolable, sorry Chester asked “Mother, it was me who caused you to be in this state.. Do you still love me after all that I have done?” With one last and final breath she could muster, mother replied, “Don’t be silly, I love you everyday.”

There is a saying “Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.” As Hill Churchill said, “There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.”

Happy Mother’s Day

PHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay – Roses for the Superwomen

 

 

 

A Mother’s Love

It was a bitterly cold Christmas eve in Korea in 1952. A pregnant young mother, Bak Yoon, hobbled through the snow toward the home of a missionary friend where she knew she could find help. Tears of sorrow froze on her face as she mourned her husband. He had recently been killed in the Korean War, and she had no one else to turn to. A short way down the road from her missionary friend’s house was a deep gully spanned by a bridge. As Bak Yoon stumbled forward, birth pains suddenly overcame her. She fell, realizing that she could go no further, and crawled under the end of the bridge. There, alone, under the bridge, her baby boy was born. Bak Yoon had nothing with her except her heavy, padded clothes. One by one she removed all pieces of her clothing and wrapped them around her tiny son, still connected to her body by his umbilical cord. Then feeling exhausted she lay back in the snow beside her baby.

The next morning Miss Watson, long-time missionary, drove across the bridge in her car to take a Christmas basket of food to a needy Korean family. On her way back, as she got near the bridge, the car sputtered and died – out of gasoline. She got out of the car and started across the bridge. Through crunching snow under her feet she heard another sound – a baby’s faint cry. She stopped, unbelieving, and heard the cry again. “It’s coming from beneath this bridge!” She crawled under the bridge to investigate and there she found a tiny, bundled baby, warm but hungry, and young Bak Yoon frozen in death. With a knife from her tool box she cut the cord and took the baby home with her. After caring first for the child, she, along with some helpers, brought Bak Yoon’s body back to near where she lived and buried her there.She named the baby Soo Park, and adopted him. He was strong and healthy and so grew up among many other orphan children that Miss Watson cared for. But to her, Soo Park was special. She often told him, “Your mother had great love for you, Soo Park,” and about how she had proved that love. He never tired of hearing of his beautiful mother.

On Christmas day, his 12th birthday, snow was falling. After the children had helped Soo Park celebrate his birthday, he came and sat beside Miss Watson. “Mother Watson, do you think God made your car run out of gasoline the day you found me?” he asked. “Perhaps He did,” she answered. “If that car hadn’t stopped, I would not have found you. But I am so glad it stopped. I love you and am very proud of you, Soo Park.” She put her arms around him. He rested his head against her. “Mother Watson, will you please take me out to my mother’s grave? I want to pray there. I want to thank her for my life.” “Yes, but put on your heavy coat. It’s very cold.” Beside the grave, Soo Park asked Mother Watson to wait at a little distance. She walked aside and waited. As the astonished missionary watched, the boy began ! to take off his warm clothing, piece by piece. Surely he won’t take off all his clothing! she thought. He’ll freeze! But the boy stripped himself of everything, laid it all on his mother’s grave, and knelt naked and shivering in the snow. She waited one minute, two minutes. Then she put her gloved hand on his snow covered shoulder. “Come, Soo Park. Your mother in Heaven sees how much you love her. I will help you dress.” Then in deep sorrow he cried out to the mother he never knew: “Were you colder than this for me, my mother?” And he wept bitterly because he knew of course, she was.

(True story taken from http://www.holytrinitynewrochelle.org/favoriteChristmasstory.html)

4 Years Of Age – My mummy can do anything!
 8 Years Of Age – My mum knows a lot!
12 Years Of Age – My mother doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 Years Of Age – Naturally, mother doesn’t know that, either.
16 Years Of Age – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 Years Of Age – That old woman? She’s way out of date.
25 Years Of Age – Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 Years Of Age – Before we decide, let’s get mum’s opinion.
45 Years Of Age – Wonder what mum would have thought about it.
65 Years Of Age – Wish, I could talk it over with Mum.
– Author Unknown

“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”
– Washington Irving

“A mother’s love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking”
– Helen Rice

“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.”
– Sophia Loren

A mother’s heart is a patchwork of love. 
– Author Unknown

To all the mothers we love, Happy Mother’s Day!

Mothers, this is a term that is very close to the heart for many of us. She is the one who literally carry us around for 9 months and she is also the most excited person during our 1st month celebration. This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day (falls on the 2nd Sunday of May yearly), a day to commemorate one of the most noble person in our individual lives.

Here are some fun facts and statistics about moms:

Weight gained: the average mom gains 30 pounds (13.61kg) during pregnancy

Diaper Changes: 7,300 diapers changed by baby’s 2nd birthday

Giving Attention: Preschooler (0 to 5 years old) requires mom’s attention once every 4 minutes or 210 times a day

Chores: Moms spend an average 2.2 hrs a day (739.5 hours a year) doing household chores

Laundry: Moms handles some average 330 loads of laundry and 5,300 articles of clothing each year

Cost of Raising a Child: Middle-income families spend $242,070 (CAD) to raise a kid to 18 (not incl. college!)

First Year Baby Costs: $7,000 (CAD) of baby items before 1st birthday

There are many ways to celebrate this day. You can take your mom out for dinner at restaurants, get her a small gift, get her flowers, etc. But I believe one of the best ways to appreciate our mothers which also happens to be the most cost-effective, is to tell them “Thank you mom for all your sacrifices and for taking care of me all these years. You’re the best mom one can ask for.” For a mom, nothing beats having her sons or daughters telling her their heartfelt words and that she is #1.

So, on this coming Sunday, get your butt moving! Do something for your mom. You don’t need to do alot of things (bring her to expensive restaurants or buy expensive gifts) to make her happy. Simple gestures such as texting her, calling her, or even coming home early makes a world of difference to her.

To all the mothers we love, thank you and Happy Mother’s Day!

Yours Sincerely,
Reuel Eugene.

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Reference:
http://www.happyworker.com/supermom/facts