A Mother and Her Ibu

It is mother's day today, here in Malaysia. The local radio, that I listen to every morning on my way to work had mothers as their theme this week.

So it's all about mother-in-law on one day, about mothers remarrying on another. Yesterday it was dedication day for mothers. There were many callers.

Some are sad calls. Some wanted to say how they miss their mum and wished that their mum are still with them. How they wish they can still hug their mum and chat with her and do things that mum and their kids do.

Then I thought, how easy it is for one to cry when they talk about their mother. These callers are talking to the dee jays on public radio, a complete stranger, about how they miss their mum, or their mum is not well or their mum had passed away, or that they have done something wrong with their mum..and they cried. They were alright initially, then as they spoke of their mum...their words became hazy, you know that they are crying.

Mothers are really special. And I am glad I am one and I have one.

I love you ibu.

A picture of my beloved mum at 23 years old. She is now 58. She has diabetics. Otherwise she is healthy mum and sometimes an overzealous granny.