Why mom is the best..

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.  You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked you by running away when she called.

When you 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining room.

When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You  thanked her by flopping into the nearest.

When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school, you thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”.

When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball, you thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbour’s window.

When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice-cream, you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

when you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you to your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sin in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut. You thanked her by telling her she had  no taste.

When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, she came home from work looking for a hug.  You thanked her by having your bedroom locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.  You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in fornt of your friends.

When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.  You thanked her by saying “it’s none of your business”.

When you were 21, she suggested certain carieer for your future. You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you”.

When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by saying whether she cold pay for a trip to Europe.

When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friends that it was ugly.

When you were 24, she met your fiancee and asked about your plan for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling “Mutheerrr..pleaseee!”

When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 30, she called with some advice for the baby. You thanked her by saying “Thing are different now”

When you were 40, she called you to remind of a relative’s birthday. You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now”

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to  their children.

And then, one day she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart.

If she still around, never forget to love her more than ever.  And if she is not, remember her unconditional love. 

 

3 Responses to “Why mom is the best..”

  1. sekadar coretan about this topik-

    Kasih kepada ibu….

    Nurse, boleh saya tengok bayi saya?” ibu muda yang baru bersalin itu bersuara antara dengar dan tidak kepada seorang jururawat.

    Sambil tersenyum jururawat membawakan bayi yang masih merah itu. Si ibu menyambut dengan senyum meleret. Dibuka selimut yang menutup wajah comel itu, diciumnya berkali-kali sebaik bayi tersebut berada dipangkuan.

    Jururawat kemudian mengalihkan pandangannya ke luar tingkap. Tidak sanggup dia bertentang mata dengan si ibu yang terperanjat melihat bayinya dilahirkan tanpa kedua-dua cuping telinga. Namun gamamnya cuma seketika. Dakapan dan ciuman silih berganti sehingga bayi yang sedang lena itu merengek. Doktor bagaimanapun mengesahkan pendengaran bayi itu normal, sesuatu yang cukup mengembirakan si ibu.

    Masa terus berlalu…
    Pulang dari sekolah suatu tengahari, anak yang tiada cuping telinga itu yang kini telah memasuki alam persekolahan menangis memberitahu bagaimana dia diejek rakan-rakan. “Mereka kata saya cacat,” katanya kepada si ibu.

    Si ibu menahan sebak. Dipujuknya si anak dengan pelbagai kata semangat. Si anak menerimanya dan dia muncul pelajar cemerlang dengan menyandang pelbagai jawatan di sekolah. Bagaimanapun tanpa cuping telinga, si anak tetap merasa rendah diri walaupun si ibu terus memujuk Ayah kanak-kanak itu bertemu doktor. “Saya yakin dapat melakukannya jika ada
    penderma,” kata pakar bedah. Bermulalah suatu pencarian bagi mencari penderma yang sanggup berkorban.

    Setahun berlalu…

    “Anakku, kita akan menemui doktor hujung minggu ini. Ibu dan ayah telah mendapatkan seorang penderma, tapi dia mahu dirinya dirahsiakan,” kata si ayah. Pembedahan berjalan lancar dan akhirnya si anak muncul sebagai manusia baru, kacak serta bijak. Pelajarannya tambah cemerlang dan rasa rendah diri yang kerap dialaminya hilang.

    Rakan-rakan memuji kecantikan parasnya. Si anak cukup seronok, bagaimanapun dia tidak mengabaikan pelajaran. Pada usianya lewat 20-an, si anak menjawat jawatan tinggi dalam bidang diplomatik.

    “Sebelum saya berangkat keluar negara, saya ingin tahu siapakah penderma telinga ini, saya ingin membalas jasanya,” kata si anak berkali-kali. “Tak mungkin,” balas si ayah. “Perjanjian antara ayah dengan penderma itu masih berjalan. Tunggulah, masanya akan tiba.” “Bila?” tanya si anak. “Akan tiba masanya anakku,” balas si ayah sambil ibunya mengangguk-angguk.

    Keadaan terus kekal menjadi rahsia bertahun-tahun lamanya. Hari yang ditunggu tiba akhirnya. Ketika si anak berdiri di sisi keranda ibunya, perlahan-lahan si ayah menyelak rambut ibunya yang kaku.

    Gelap seketika pandangan si anak apabila melihat kedua-dua cuping telinga ibunya tiada.

    “Ibumu tidak pernah memotong pendek rambutnya,” si ayah berbisik ke telinga anaknya. “Tetapi tiada siapa pernah mengatakan ibumu cacat, dia tetap cantik, pada ayah dia satu-satunya wanita paling cantik yang pernah ayah temui. Tak percaya… tanyalah pada sesiapa pun kenalannya.”

    Ps : Kecantikan seseorang bukan terletak pada fizikal tetapi di hati. Cinta sejati bukan pada apa yang dilakukan dan dihebah-hebahkan tetapi pengorbanan tanpa diketahui.

    Selagi ibu kita ada didunia ini, ciumlah dia, cium tangannya, sentiasa minta ampun darinya, berikan senyuman kepadanya, bukannya dengan bermasam muka, kasih ibu tiada tandingannya, ingatlah SYURGA DI BAWAH TELAPAK KAKI IBU, penyesalan di kemudian hari tidak berguna, selagi hayatnya ada, curahkanlah sepenuh kasih sayang kepadanya, ‘love u mom’

    Nota: ‘HAYATILAH INTAN PERMATA KITA’

  2. kiranto Says:

    Sape sayang mak,mama,ibu, ummi,…( beginikah menilainya)

    Berapa ramai yang sanggup menyuapkan ibunya….

    berapa ramai yang sanggup mencuci muntah ibunya…..

    berapa ramai yang sanggup mengantikan lampin ibunya….

    berapa ramai yang sanggup membersihkan najis ibunya…… .

    berapa ramai yang sanggup membuang ulat dan membersihkan luka kudis ibunya….

    berapa ramai yang sanggup berhenti kerja untuk menjaga ibunya…..

    dan akhir sekali berapa ramai yang sembahyang JENAZAH ibunya……

    Seorang anak mendapatkan ibunya yang sedang sibuk menyediakan makan malam di dapur lalu menghulurkan sekeping kertas yang bertulis sesuatu. Si ibu

    segera mengesatkan tangan di apron menyambut kertas yang dihulurkan oleh si anak lalu membacanya.Kos upah membantu ibu:
    1) Tolong pergi kedai : RM4.00
    2) Tolong jaga adik : RM4.00
    3) Tolong buang sampah : RM1.00
    4) Tolong kemas bilik : RM2.00
    5) Tolong siram bunga : RM3.00
    6) Tolong sapu sampah : RM3.00
    Jumlah : RM17.00

    Selesai membaca, si ibu tersenyum memandang si anak sambil sesuatu berlegar-legar si mindanya. Si ibu mencapai sebatang pen dan menulis sesuatu di belakang kertas yang sama.
    1) Kos mengandungkanmu selama 9 bulan – PERCUMA
    2) Kos berjaga malam kerana menjagamu – PERCUMA
    3) Kos air mata yang menitis keranamu – PERCUMA
    4) Kos kerunsingan kerana bimbangkanmu – PERCUMA
    5) Kos menyediakan makan minum, pakaian, dan keperluanmu -PERCUMA
    Jumlah Keseluruhan Nilai Kasihku – PERCUMA

    Air mata si anak berlinang setelah membaca apa yang dituliskan oleh siibu. Si anak menatap wajah ibu,memeluknya dan berkata,

    “Saya Sayangkan Ibu”. Kemudian si anak mengambil pen dan menulis “Telah Dibayar” pada mukasurat yang sama ditulisnya.

  3. nazrida Says:

    Seorang ibu boleh menjaga 10 orang anak tetapi seorang anak pun belum tentu dapat menjaga seorang ibunya yang telah tua dan sakit!

    Syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu…. rumah yang ada seorang ibu di dalamnya dan anak2nya melayannya/menjaganya dengan baik lebih2 lagi tatkala dia sedang sakit, syurga menjadi bertambah dekat kepada mereka (anak-anak)….akan tetapi neraka pun boleh menjadi dekat (dan syurga akan menjauh) jika anak-anak tidak melayan/menjaga ibunya dengan baik….

    sekadar renungan…

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