Jan
Blog
My Mom
I’m not sure when the frail silhouette of my mother became etched into my memory, but it’s an image so familiar and dear that it feels like it has always been there.
Memories are like a slow-motion reel, replaying the image of my mother heading to the fields on her old, scratched, and rusted maroon bicycle. She wore a conical hat and a faded brown shirt, gently smiling and nodding as she greeted me while I passed the fields on my way to school.
Now, working in an air-conditioned office and coming home to change into a cool cotton nightgown, I have nothing to do but rest. I recall how, after returning from the fields, my mother would still have to prepare feed for the pigs, then rush to cook meals for the family. After dinner, she would grab her shirt and go clean fish heads until late at night. Her entire day was spent in that faded brown shirt, her back and face drenched in sweat. She only had a few hours of comfort while sleeping. All those hardships were to give me the privilege of sitting here comfortably, typing these words, free from the toil of working under the harsh sun and soil. Even the freedom to “go braless” and relax as I do now was something my mother could never have during her youth while raising five children.
My mother firmly refuses to move to the city to live with me, saying she isn’t used to the bustling traffic. She also doesn’t allow me to buy too many things for her, claiming she can’t use modern and advanced items. The things I frequently send her are clothes and bed linens because I’m haunted by the memory of her restless sleep, sacrificing her comfort for ours. I fear seeing her skin irritated by sweat-soaked clothing.
I buy clothes with built-in chest liners so she can wear them both at home and to the market, making it convenient and comfortable. I want to make up for all the years when even breathing was hard for her. I want my mother to feel at ease whether she’s at home or outside.
During months when I struggled to meet KPIs, like years when rice fields failed to bloom, if my salary was cut, I’d tighten my spending but never cut back on buying clothes or blankets for my mother. I want to care for her with soft, comfortable clothing and peaceful sleep. I want to see her joy and smile as she had during my childhood—the days when her happiness came from being able to buy me a new dress.
P.S.: She’s shy, so she didn’t turn her face. But now she’s “healthier and fuller!” ^ ^
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