a guardian angel

My Guardian angel



A mother’s prayer for her child, for her children
for healing, for grace for the pain she carries
to be lifted from her weary shoulders to breath free, without weight
hanging, pulling her down to see a change, a renewal
a mending of the tears, the frayed edges of existence
of the interrupted aspects, the missing pieces of her life
after disruptions and displacement rebuke, and distance
A change of course, in the offing in the near future, hopeful still
in the God who has listened, heeded her call before
( A mother’s prayer by Raymond A. Foss)

The Indonesian traditional adage says,’’ heaven is under mother's feet, some people said mother is an angel that sent by God. All the statement above is decent to describe how great a mother.  For me mother is Mother is the most beautiful gift in my life. I have to reflect on how far the struggle my mother for my life. All the time and power she has sacrificed, the prays and wisdom that she has thought me. Upon I opened my eyes for the first time, my mother had given her beauty smile and I seem to see the face of an angel. She was the first woman that I knew. I tried to describe how great my mother is.
My mother is a great educator, how not since I first learned to speak the first thing she taught is to pray. The first thing he thought was how to speak, how to pray to God and how attitude when praying. The thing that be my habitual that I bring until today is the time when praying before sleeping. I always do that because it is always guided and taught by mom. And even now if you have not had time to pray, there seems to be a strange. Not up there, the most memorable think that he had taught me was how to wash the dishes. Even though it women work, my mother didn’t make the distinguish between the boy and the girl job. In her eyes it was equal; it is not how to teach the rule but how to form a personality. I remembered clearly how he taught me. With tenderness and patience he taught me to wash the dishes were clean. As I grown up, I thought, why my mother taught me how to wash the dishes. A child is not taught like me though so surely he knows wash dishes. When I was growing up I found the answer. It has simple mean, he taught me to work with heart and seriously even it simple thing. Grateful I was taught by my mother from the simple things that bring me to the great things.

She is smart to divide the time. Which time to cooking, take care me and to take care the family. She has a lot of time to spending the time with me. Night was the time when the lullaby and the stories of the bible always accompany me in the silent of night. My mother always did that until I slumbered. Until I open my eyes in the morning, she has ready to reach the day.  She is the housewife that stronger than anything.
Kitchen is the part of home which identically with my mother job’s. The kitchen is the place where I could fell with diligence and with compassion my mother makes some breakfast and dinner to us. Kitchen is the best place to visit when we are hungry. Among the children in our small family, I am who always accompany my mother when he cooking. With all the trouble that I did in the kitchen, did not reduce her busy in cooking. Even, one time she picked me up and hugged. Although my mother is not god chef, but the dishes of mother made me miss home. She always reminded us to spend all our food as a form of gratitude for the food that is given by God. She always reminded this every day. She never gives up reminding us.
When being away from home who'd always be strength for me is the prayer of the mother. All the protection and affection always with a prayer that delivered by mothers. The embrace of mom is given warmth when I cried or lost my faith. The problem will be solving if motivated by mother. Mom is everything for me. I have realized there so many mistake that I’ve been doing.  It is not be encumbrance to mom as long I tried to fix it. His face implied that he did not want to shed tears of failure because of the success I had but he cried.
I would like to thank for mom for the time that teach me from simple thing to great thing, for helping me when I am falling, teach me to pray before sleep, and have a lot a time to  picked me up and hugged me. I say thanks too for the lullaby song that you sang before I sleep. I am lucky can fell your dishes that always make me miss home. I’m sorry if I could not wipe your tears. But I promise it was worth it. I will always miss home as I miss you.


Writing class….
June 2012