This is the first time I’ve ever felt so proud in my life I thought my heart would just simply burst…I saw her walking awkwardly in the stage, steps unsure, shaking the hand of a person who’s larger than life, clutching her prize and bowing in the center smiling straight at us…then she was off the stairs…I almost dragged my husband because I am just simply excited to place her silver medal on her head…she fulfilled my secret dream, she made my prayers come true…

She really deserve that silver medal, she got that on her own. I always feel guilty you know, because I always forget to check her school diary, for things to bring and lessons to review because I am so used to her being responsible. She would finish her homework all by herself and would ask me only in things that she cannot understand. One time, I simply forgot that the following day was her math long test, I totally freaked out, I was screaming, I was cramming, I was frentic in finishing up the math practice exercise…suddenly, she said “Mommy, can I sleep now, I know that already,” and then she was off to bed. It calmed my heart…The following morning, I was at the chapel praying fervently for a miracle…God is great! She passed the exam with flying colors…since then I never doubted her words..That is why when she said in this last math quarter exam, “Mommy the test was really hard…” The following morning, I was at the chapel again very early praying fervently for a miracle…The other time, I read in her diary Sunday night that they had to memorize a poem to be recited Monday, I harassed everybody in the house with my pacing back and forth while reciting each line trying to let it sink in her head only to find out after that she knew the whole poem already by heart…There are a lot of times when I know I let her down with my Alzheimer-like memory. That time when I should have bought a yellow cartolina instead of a pink one, when I should have bought a white paper plate instead of the silver one, when I should have let her bring a raincoat to school for their rainy day theme or when I forgot to provide her with the magazine for her project…those times, she just shrugged off with a smile…never once did she complain, she would just give me her teasing smile…I am so blessed to have a mommy, I mean daughter 🙂 like her…

She is such an angel, she gets bullied most of the time coz she would rather keep the peace than start a fight. She would give her food, her toys, her things without second thought. For her everybody is a good friend. She is a loyal friend because even if all her so called friends finished up her money or food, in the end they are still her friends. She never forgets to say I love you, and would always surprise you with a kiss or a hug…She becomes a scardy cat when there are crawling and flying insects, or crazy people in the streets, but she becomes a brave soldier in times when she needs to take all those medicines or get those painful shots. When I am scared she holds my hand, when I am sick she nursed me with care, when my ego is bruised she knows how to give it a boost, when I am hurt she knows the right words to say, when I am having a tantrum or a screaming fit she just knows how to calm me down…sometimes it seems that she is the mommy and I am the baby ..I am just so simply lucky to have proud and lucky…Imagine if I am the perfect mommy, she would not get that silver award, instead she might just have gotten that coveted gold..I’ll try Bianca, I’ll try really hard next time.:)

About Me

I am better known as Nan’s widow, Bianca Angela’s mom, and Woodrose’s Mrs. Dela Cruz.  I am a full time teacher and mentor, a freelance writer for various print and online publications, a marathoner, and a curator of inspiring faith stories.
I am also the author of the best selling book, Grace Upon Grace: A widow’s journey.:)


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