Last night my daughter asked if I could make her hot chocolate and something in me stood at attention and almost went, “Aye aye ma’am!”
I am not only eager to do this but there is a hook inside me that my daughter’s request has caught and I go about the whole thing like I am a contestant for Iron Chef.
I want nothing less than perfection, no shortcuts. Batirol, tablea, milk, coco sugar. (Wag Milo utang na loob!)
And it is not perfection of just the drink itself but I want to give her the entire package that mama gave me.
I want the warmth, the feeling of comfort and the unshakeable certainty that all is well in her world for as long as she has me- not just physically but in the vast spaces of her remembrances of the life we shared and the infinite love I gave her.
I want to look at her when she holds her mug with both hands, and takes a sip- the way my mother gazed at me when I sipped the coco she made for me- and see her close her eyes and rock her body in soul satisfaction (like I did with mama) and see the warmth spread on her smiling face down to her heart and then on her soul- where I hope it stays forever- even when I am long gone.
So bale, umiinom lang sya ng hot chocolate pero nag flash na ang buong buhay naming tatlo ng nanay at anak ko sa isip ko- mula nung tangan ako ng nanay ko pagkapanganak ko at nung tangan ko ang napakaganda kong anak nung pagkapanganak ko sa kanya- hanggang sa namatay ang nanay ko at hanggang sa kamatayan ko at hanggang sa tangan na ng anak ko ang sarili nyang anak nya.
Tapos bigla pang sumingit ang mga lola ko. “And what are we? Chopped liver? Bat hindi kami kasali dyan?”
One mug of tsokolate a confederate of 5 generations of women.
Whew.
Some days it’s real hard to be me. Lol.
Have a great week ahead, guys. And remember the enduring power of a mother’s love and go kiss your mom and let her know how truly grateful you are for her love.
Then ask her to make you a mug of hot chocolate. And watch her go into action. 😂
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