She cares best.

They say MOTHERS KNOW BEST. I have to disagree with this sometimes but one thing is certain for me – MOTHERS CARE BEST.

After about more than a month, my mother arrived here from the province. She brought not only REAL FOOD but also a bunch of stories from home and a lot of questions as well.

Like we always do, we talked over lunch and dinner. We shared stories and yes, it’s as if we do not talk over the phone because we really rarely do. I’m not a fan of having to elaborate stories over the phone or through messaging. It’s just that it’s hard to describe things when your facial expressions and gestures are not seen by who you’re talking to. Anyway, it was indeed a juicy talk. We discussed some serious matters like academics and my sister’s adjustment here in the city but we discussed more not-so-serious things like the Maroon 5 concert,  the UAAP Cheerdance Competition, the last Nursecissism, and others.

That was the story part. The question part? Well, she just asked how I’m doing – IN ALL ASPECTS. What aspects could those be? They’re quite predictable: academics, friends, sister, flatmates, my budgeting and last, lovelife.

I am very much open about those topics except the last one. My whole college life, I did not tell her anything about my lovelife because there’s none. When I say that I do not have that lovelife, I do not mean that no one ever liked me or that I did not like anybody as well. This part of my teenage years was largely hidden from her because I thought that there’s no sense that she knew it. Besides, I have no plan of entertaining who liked me or pursuing who I like at this rate. I just had those weird feelings and they were no big deal. Usually, that’s the end. However, in that conversation with my mother, I was able to finally tell her everything or perhaps nearly everything: the boy/s, what he/they said, what he/they did, what I said, what I did and did not and of course, how I feel. Part of what I told her was that right now, I am happy with this "instant friend" and that what we have now has nothing to do with what others think we have.

Now she knows that right now, I am generally happy with what’s going on in everything and she is happy for me. 

Like how a caring nurse establishes trust with her patient, my mother has long been able to get my trust and she’s like a best friend to me. Like how a good nurse cares for her patient, my mother holistically cares for me not only by providing my physiological needs but also by rendering emotional security and unconditional love.

She really is the best! We may have misunderstandings sometimes but I do not take those against her. I know that during those times, she does those misunderstood things because she loves me – UNCONDITIONALLY.

I can't help adding this: 
She keeps on inspiring me to keep chasing my dreams. I hope I am making her proud.