Happy Birthday, Mama!

At 51 my mom is probably the hardest working mom ever. I just hope she took care of her health well. It would be so nice if she can hug all her nieces with both hands, but she can’t– the effect of stroke some five years ago . But she’s cool with it now and she deals with it good. My fondest memory of my mother was her being touted by family members as stage momma during my pre-teen years. Back then, she would accompany me each day to Bayanihan where I practice the whole day, everyday. She made sure I was fed and comfy and would not stop telling me I was a better dancer than so and so. Ah, mothers. You just gotta love ‘em. I just hope I would be able to afford my planned birthday gift for her next year. I love you mama.