My Mama

My mother is a manager of an electric cooperative. She wasn’t handed the job on a silver platter; she worked so hard for it. With her leadership skills, her knowledge and her values, the job was rightfully hers. But ‘they’ refused to give it to her. She almost gave up, but she didn’t. 

When she was in the hospital, it also happened that one of the people who was against her was also ill. He was her former boss. She heard that they were having financial troubles, and maybe even a not-so-good prognosis. You know what my mother did? She phoned the office from the hospital, and ordered a memo to collect financial help from all those who are willing to give any amount, to help this guy. She was in pain too, she was feeling weak. But she still managed to serve others. To show love to others- including those who gave her her hardest tests when she didn’t deserve any of it. 

Back when she was still applying for the job, they conducted a census on who they want their next manager to be. My mother won 95% of the votes, I think. It was no shocking news then, that most of her employees visited her in the hospital. Those who couldn’t come, sent in their well wishes for good health through phone. I love my mother, and I respect her. I remember a line from a movie, that you’ll know what a person is made of not by how he/she treats his/her equals, but how he/she treats those below her. That was then that I knew that my mother’s not only a great boss, but one who is loved by her employees.

It wasn’t till then that I realized that I was a daughter of not only a good mother,  but of a woman with an amazing soul. Thank God for Mom. And I thank Him, because He made me her daughter, a witness to her love and her undeniable strength. 

And I thank Him, because He had healed this amazing lady back into good health.

Thank you God, for Mama. <3 :)