I know it is kind’a late, but I try to save the best for the last part of the day…
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all amazing women out there we call Mommy, Mama, Nanay or Inay. They come in different names but they ALL come with a bountiful love to give. <3
And to give them compliment for their special day is to metaphorically say that: Mothers are Heavenly Hibiscus
Forgive my being a science teacher, a frustrated writer/poet and an overload of a romantic…
But seriously; to start off, Hibiscus belongs to the perennial herbaceous plants, as well as woody shrubs and small trees, which makes them a softie and a toughie.
There is a wide use of Hibiscus, from beautifying our garden, making paper, tea and beverages, to food (Yes food!) and health. They also make meaningful symbolisms for some countries’ history and culture, like South Korea. (Let me tell you of my love for SoKor and KPOP some other time. Yay!) Hibiscus, as simple as it is, is both a perfect and a complete flower.
Our moms may seem to us doing such a simple tasks, but it really takes heart and head to manage a home and guide a child. Like the hibiscus, they need resilience to weather difficult situations. They should be resourceful in order to provide our needs, materially and affectively as well as spiritually. They are also an instrument to inculcate values and Biblical truths.
Sadly most of us fail to notice these challenges tantamount to all professions rolled into one, because like the flower Hibiscus, we see them too trivial and inadequate.
Our mothers’ simplicity, as well as their inadequacy, is their very strength because in these they find, seek and rely to the one who entrusted us to them.
They consider us as their gifts, treasures, and joys. God blessed them with us children; but we are actually surpassingly blessed because next to God himself somebody will love us unconditionally. That capacity for a Christ-like, Calvary-like kind of love is a precious gift from Heaven.
Motherhood is a gift; and as they perform their Godly appointed duties for us children, their lives are like flowers crushed to make an aroma pleasing to Him.
Mothers are indeed heavenly Hibiscus.
