BFTP: SWEET ANGEL - ODE TO MY MOTHER

*Originally written & posted on January, 17, 2007

When it came to my sister and I, my mother always said she wanted to raise two angels. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m no angel. I got no wings, my wardrobe consists of various colors besides white, and I certainly don’t’ prance around with a glowing halo. In fact, like most of you, I’ve done things that I’d prefer to let slip through fingers of reminiscence and never look back on them.

As I continually mark entries of community service experiences, I search back on any certain moment I had in determining a devoted course to volunteer. As a result, there wasn’t an “aha” moment, I simply grew up with the concept of giving. For decades, a village in my homeland never has to worry about malnutrition nor lack of money to purchase rice. For decades, this village wanted to meet the providers who got them through the toughest times. Even the day a plaque was presented to my parents, true to their humble nature, they chose my aunt to receive it in their name.

In Chinese, two characters comprise the word “angel”: sky, and calling. Calling from the sky, I suppose, would be the translated definition. Throughout life, I’ve always deemed my mother as my sky. To raise an angel, she needs to absorb from one. I’ve learned from the best, I’ve always learned from my calling from the sky.
photo of me in white sequence dress, a color I'm slowing growing into.

**Last week, my mother was busy, I missed her dearly. This week, she's back to being my best friend, my playmate. It urged me to re-post this entry, as well as starting a new series called: Blast From The Past/BFTP, in which I'll post several entries from the past that are particularly worthwhile reads but did not generate enough notice. Now that I have few adoring fans of the blog, I invite you to peek at my blast from the past :)