The moment of serenity is the moment I hang up my apron and walk straight into the shower. It’s the moment everyone has filled their stomach with happiness and joy. It’s the moment the sound of children quietly calms down as they one by one retreat to their clean, warm beds with a full stomach.
It’s the moment I feel complete, satisfied, and proud, with joy for my accomplishment.
It’s a moment understood only by a mother. A mother fighting battles in the shade of duties and responsibilities.
A mother clinging on to the love she cherished for her children.
A mother with a promise she made to herself when she started a family.
I may be miserable some times. I may be moody, annoyed, and uninterested.
Non-cooperative and stubborn. But I’m a human after all, and most of all, I am a woman.
A woman fighting a battle with depression as she tries to row the boat of hope across the river of the unknown.
But what lay beneath all that was a woman, a mother, a great soldier, a hero, a leader, and a living image of a great woman.
When I lay down on my bed, feeling the air I breathe as it travels down my airways, I’m in peace.
I’m happy and full of joy. My body in peace, my mind in peace. My being surrendered with gratitude to the Almighty who created me. Who gave me duties and responsibilities, then guided me and helped me fulfill them without fail?
No matter all the hardship that comes with motherhood. I, for one, will remain true to my duties as a mother.
I will cry while doing the dishes or while cleaning, but I won’t surrender to the devil in my head.
I won’t give up on the children I brought into this life with hardship and pain.
I won’t give away the precious love I have come to find in them. And I won’t hang on my apron to never put it on again.
Because today will not come again, and tomorrow will be better, beautiful, and full of life.
When the sun rises in the morning. I will be waiting in my bed looking out the window, grateful for another day, to be the great mother I know I am once again.
