nanay's day

i just realized that i never really write about my mom as much as i write about my dad (maybe it's a subconscious thing because when she started to read my journals, i started censoring what i wrote). anyway...

nanay ko? hmm... astig yun. i can only hope to live up to half of her ka-astigan. why? case in point: my dad used to get into drunken fights (with his fellow drunk friends) and run to my mom whenever things got out of hand. she once reduced a six-foot tall guy into a puddle of stammering and fast retreating goo. partida, she was unarmed.

imagine if she was holding a bolo. actually, i can not only imagine but also vividly remember that one time... scary stuff i know, but she always held that strong aura about her. maybe that's why weaker personalities cling to her like barnacles.

there's another side to her. a softer side i only see when we're alone and we're talking. she always talked to me like i was a grown up, it didn't matter that i was eight and was rather preoccupied with kids' stuff and it didn't matter that i was twenty and was preoccupied with grown up stuff. she always assumed i would understand. we talked more like sisters really, i can tell her exactly what i think and she'd take it seriously.

saka ang nanay ko lang ang nakakapagsabi ng "kung ayaw nya, edi wag. kupal pala yun eh" about a(n ex)boyfriend who didn't know what he wanted. at "nag-uusap na ba kayo? wag mong kakausapin ha?" only she can make me laugh out loud with "wag siya kamong magpapakita sakin, pipitikin ko ilong nya."

di ba? astig ang nanay ko. i won't let her down. she sure as hell didn't raise me to be pathetic.