roses for Mum |
Mum on Mother's Day |
Mum and daughters |
us with the colourful headgears Merle brought from Middle East |
fruits and flowers and desserts |
instead of the cupcakes loaded with saturated and transfats, we had gelatin adorned with fruits |
fruits from the shop and flowers from my garden
For once I used the bigger Renaware my Mum and I bought. I never had the chance until today because Mum's chief cook just arrived from her holiday overseas. |
basket of flowers from my garden which Art arranged |
I am almost inclined not to write anything on this post. As one song goes, a picture paints a thousand words.
Mother's Day Celebration has always been a big event for us, the main reason being we are celebrating the one great and loving person in our family--our mother Gloria delos Reyes Blanco
We, my siblings and I continually give thanks to God for giving us a mother like our Inay--this is how we all sweetly and adoringly call her.
Each of us calls her in different ways. Nimrod calls her Mother; Rommel, Mommy; Cyn, Mummy; Daisy and Merle, no other way except Inay; and myself, Mum.
We also teasingly call her when her full denture is already soaked in Polident as Chichay, after the name of an actress who lost all her teeth, I am not sure if due to gum disease like our Mum; by her first name Gloria when we feel like she is like a peer and also Nene, her nickname when she was a kid and by which her older siblings and close friends call her.
What is in a name?
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet " is a commonly quoted part of a dialogue in William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet.
We could call Mum by different names, nevertheless, all those names connote her same person---godly, prayerful, virtuous, loving, kind, generous and meek.
Mum is the reason for Mother's Day Celebration and for all any other celebrations there are. We put all our energies to all these because there is only one thing that matters--to make our mother happy, to see that big smile on her face.
This 2013 Mother's Day Celebration, is memorable for me because for once we were able to use in a special celebration the pricey Renaware, my Mum and I bought in 1999. The reason being our chief cook, Merle, just arrived from a big holiday from overseas.