breakfast champions

on the go

One of the things I notice whenever my mother is here is that she always try to make me get more sleep by trying to stop me from cooking breakfast in the morning, insisting that she’d be the one to do it, and that I should get back to the room and snooze some more.

I feel so loved, of course. Yet so challenged that I can’t give in to her offer no matter how sleepy– and cross–eyed I am in doing the chore. This is not only because I would want to give back to her all the care she has given to us all through these years; but also because I would want to be like her (at least) as a mother who consistently wakes up earlier than everyone else in the morning so she could prepare the most important meal of the day.

Honestly, growing up, I couldn’t remember a single day my mother woke up late. She was always consistent and never complained about it that when I was old enough to prepare my own breakfast, I remember to always try to get up before she calls for me to wake up just because I think it would be too much of a bother for her already.

Undeniably, now that I am a mother myself, I have days when I’m just too tired to wake up early in the morning and too tempted to let the house help do the cooking for me. I’ve been tempted once, twice, thrice, or more especially during those times when we used to live far away and when I really need to leave early for work. But where we are now time is more manageable, I only need to think about my mother and how her everyday sacrifice shaped me in a way. Then I’m on the go. I would want my daughter to have that same experience with me as her mother: feel loved and hopefully, make her a little more responsive. =)