KRI-I-I-ING!Mornings, especially weekday schoolday mornings, definitely exemplify rousing moments. That hopefully-brief time of waking someone up can actually be an unforgettable bonding moment between a mother and her child.
Let me share with you my morning moments with my own mother, before and after the Philippines became the SMS capital of the world.
Twenty or so years ago, when I entered university, the usual mornings for me and my sister, Liv, would start with ... “Faye! Liv! Wake up!” Mommy would have been awake for half an hour, preparing our breakfast and packed lunch downstairs. Meanwhile, upstairs, there would have been me and Liv, still in dreamland after the first call. At that time, a snooze still meant “to take a nap.” Mommy would then belt out her second call, “Faye! Liv! You’d be late!” Lazy stirrings from Liv and me would then follow, with one of us urging the other to get up and be the first to take a bath. Seeing none of her daughters descend the stairs, Mommy would then let out her warning, “Faye! Liv!” And that would be enough to rouse us, indeed!
Ten years later, our mornings would not have the same vocalization from Mommy, but the storyline remains the same. She would have been downstairs, with breakfast prepared. Liv and I would have been upstairs, with our dreams. Then...toot...toot or maybe ting-a-ning-ning-ning. We’d stretch our arms to reach under our pillows, slowly unfold our eyelids, click a button, then sleepily read...”Get up so you’d have time to eat breakfast.” A sigh emanates from our lips. We close our eyes. At this era of cellphones, a snooze already meant “five minutes after your alarm went off the first time.” Mommy would then send her second message, “Get up for breakfast.” Another sigh and we stare out at nothing, eyes glassy from sleep. Toot...toot! Ting-a-ning-ning-ning! New message: Mommy – “Get up.” And as ten years before, that would be enough to rouse us, really!
Another ten years later, I am now having my own morning moments with my own daughter, Luce! Since we live in a bungalow, I could easily reach her sleeping self, shake her shoulder, and start our own morning ritual, “Wakey, wakey, baby! Time to get up!” No movement. I’d then follow this up with “Stretch your arms! Stretch your fingers! Stretch your eyelids!” A little movement here, a little movement there. Since Luce owns no mobile phone yet, I would still vocalize my final message, “Better get up so you won’t rush with breakfast!” Then she would be roused, finally!
Like my mother before me, and perhaps her own mother before her, I am verbalizing my mother’s own words. My present-day morning moments, with me now taking the mother role, make me appreciate all the rousing made by Mommy all those mornings past.
My mother has been an effective rousing catalyst in my life.
In addition to waking me up in the morning, Mommy also guided my eyes to view the world from the perspective of gender equality. As I enrolled in gender and development courses, I got to appreciate her more, to better understand our own little world. Ours may not have been perfect, but Mommy showed me the importance of women being independent in all aspects of life.
Aside from having me get off bed every morning, Mommy also inspired me to act and develop my own individuality. As I started working, I got to realize the difficulties she herself must have encountered. Mommy became my model of a working woman.
With all her urgings for me to eat breakfast, Mommy also motivated me to nourish my soul with the love of my family. As I am now a wife and a mother like her, I get to grasp the significance of feeding the body, feeding the soul. Mommy is right. And I am now passing that knowledge to my own daughter, though she may be too young to fully comprehend.
Mothers know best. Sometimes we, as children, fight this natural flow of things. We want to be anybody but our mother. We want to be different. We want to stand at the opposite pole of the spectrum.
Yet in the end, beyond the morning mayhem, afternoon angst, and evening nightmares, we are roused by the realization that our mothers love us and want only the best for us. Do you agree?
From the youth of long ago to the individuals that we are now, weren’t we roused by our mothers to go the distance, to raise the bar, to rise to greater heights? I was. I am.
Kri-i-i-ing! Toot...toot! Ting-a-ning-ning-ning!
Tomorrow morning, after waking up, may the first text message you send out be to your mother. Mine would say, “Hi, Mommy, good morning! Let’s meet up!”
- Basic Speech No 5, Your Body Speaks
Delivered before the Butter N Toast Toastmasters Club on 12 August 2010
