I am writing this with a heavy heart. When I read posts from others about how they celebrated Mother's Day with their beloved mum, it left me an enormous pang of guilt in me.
Sunday came and went with me entertaining my guest instead of my own mum... I just gave her a few calls and asked her how she was, as I posted earlier, she was down with cough and sore throat. After taking medication, she does not have an appetite for anything except fluids.
Poor Mum... when she is sick, she is really down and I, as her daughter, did not visit her on Sunday! I was earlier told that my sister would be taking her out for dinner but later, my mum changed her mind and didn't want to go out because of her tasteless buds. My brother ended up buying back something soft for her.
Last night I called her again and I ended up reprimanding her instead. She didn't follow the doctor's instruction to finish all the antibiotics she was given, in fact she stopped taking them after a day.
Now I feel so bad... while she is sick and weak, I didn't go comfort her and instead I got so worked up over the medication. What a daughter I am!
I get too engrossed with my own stuff... like watching the Sudirman Cup last night and ended up calling my mum only instead of visiting her.... heartless girl!
God says, "Honour thy father and mother"
Yes, I do it this afternoon.... lunch time, evening.... and tomorrow and the day after... always....
It suddenly dawned upon me....
Mother's Day is the day we should present ourselves in her lovely home she has brought us up in, not just by eating but by fitting into her life.....
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