How I Met My Mother

Asian mother and child
Credits to: Pixabay.com

By: Ann B – Virtual Assistant

Growing up without mom beside me is like walking in a forest blindfolded. I’ve got to figure out many things on my own. I remember closing my eyes imagining I have a mom combing my hair, cuddling me to sleep, and other things I would like to experience with a mom. I even play with my pillows at night – the pillow was my mom (that’s a secret that I kept for years! And now you know). Recalling this memory made me laugh for real!

Honestly, I was longing for a mom. I wanted someone I could run to, to listen to me, to encourage me, or even just someone to love me. I dreamed of meeting my mom in person which actually happened when I was in junior high. However, for reasons that only my mom knows, we both were not able to make up for those years that we were not together (and up to now). I don’t take it against her. I know in my heart that she loves me dearly. It’s just that she has different ways of showing it. Different moms, different styles, one heart.

Years later, God made me realized that He didn’t let me lived my life without a mom. I have aunts who are very proud of me, like a mom. I have my friends’ moms who listen to my silly stories and they laugh with me. I have a grandma who raised me until I was twelve and constantly prays for me every day. I have my eldest sister who in every way that she can, loves and supports me. I have a very loving and caring mother-in-law who treats me like her own daughter from her womb. And lastly, I have a virtual mom named Dr. Kymn Harvin, who always appreciates my every effort with my work with her and ensures that I always know that she loves me.

These women in my life are real moms to me and I am so grateful to have them. Truly, moms do not just conceive through their wombs. They also give birth through their hearts.