A Tribute to Mom and Dad

Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles

CWL Spiritual Director

St. Augustine Parish

Baliuag, Bulacan, Philippines

To my Son,

When I get old, please understand and have a lot of patience in me.

If due to my blurred vision, I might get the plates and dishes broken;

Or even get some soup spilled over the table, please don’t get me scolded.

Folks are overly sensitive; I pity myself every time you shout at me.

If my ears are too weak to hear what you are saying;

Don’t tell me I am “DEAF”, just repeat what you are saying or better yet write it down.

I am sorry, Son, for I am really old.

If my knees are too weak, please bear with me and help me stand upright;

Like what I did to you when you are a kid and still struggling to walk by yourself.

Please bear with me if I keep on pestering you of my whims repeatedly, like an old record label.

Just listen, listen and listen and don’t make fun out of me.

Do you remember when you’re still a kid? If you want those balloons, you kept on telling it to me all day, until you haven’t got what you wanted. I patiently accepted your whims and actuations.

Please bear with my odor, even if I smell like soil and dirt.

Don’t force me to take a bath. I feel weak.

Oldies are prone to diseases especially when it’s cold.

Don’t feel disgusted and gross with me.

Do you remember then, I kept on tracing and trailing you under the bed when you do not want to take a bath.

Please bear with my being mean and having mood swings, it might be because of old age.

When you reach the same age as my age, you will understand.

If you have the time, let’s talk even for a while. I feel bored at home, alone, and with no one to talk to.

I know how busy you are at work, but I want you to know that I am anxious to have a small talk with you; even though I know that you aren’t interested enough on what I have to say.

Do you remember, when you’re still a kid, I patiently bear with your baby talk and stories about your teddy bear.

And if the time comes, that I will get sick and be bed ridden, be patient and please take care of me.

Be patient enough even if I pee and excrete waste on my bed; take care of me until my last days on earth.

Perhaps, I won’t be here for long.

At the time of my last breath, please hold my hand and give me strength to face death.

And don’t worry, if I’ll have the chance to meet GOD face to face, I’ll whisper to him, “God, please bless my Son, for he is so much loving and caring to his parents”….

I'm homesick now...

realy touching!! lunituna Thanks for sharing!

Dad & Mom - u r the best

ohhhhwwww...i miss my mama more... :(

its a touching story ....hope readers will got the real lesson of this...nobody can replace a mothers love....

"doing the right thing at the right place make you safe..."

Is it a real incident or just a story???

Father all wise leader and mother is all wise supporter.

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... She was such an embarrassment. .

She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to

Say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me?

I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only

Has one eye!"

I wanted to bury myself.

I also wanted my mom to just disappear..

I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a

Laughing stock, why don't you just die?"

My mom did not respond....

I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because

I was full of anger.

I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.

So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married.

I bought a house of my own.

I had kids of my own.

I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my

Mother came to visit me.

She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her

Grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at

Her for coming over uninvited.

I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my

Children!"

GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have

Gotten the wrong address,"

And she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house..

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.

After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.

I did not shed a single tear.

They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

"My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and

Scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.

But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.

I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were

Growing up.

You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and

Lost your eye.

As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you

Having to grow up with one eye.

So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my

Place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother.

but there are several exceptions! It's good mine are not!

Value them while they are still here for when they go, nothing we can do that they would appreciate anymore!

TFS!

Remarkable how we really value our parents only after we have become parents ourselves.

No one can take the place of MOM and DAD...

thanks for sharing.

thank you mama...thank you papa... :)