Perfect!

Susana Torres is never perfect. She yells and curses when angry. She has more bad hair days than good. She wears baduy clothes which she calls "comfortable". She always has chapped lips even with countless lipsticks in her purse. Her nails are always chipped. She was always on a "see-food" diet and her figure proves it. She sings like a pig being slaughtered. She never played any musical instrument. She tells corny jokes. She doesn't have a cellphone or a facebook account because she is a tectan (technology tanga).When she is nasty, she is super nasty and obnoxious, the devil woman encarnate.

But as a mother, she is 200% perfect, if there is such a thing. She brought up 6 boys (5 brothers and my father) into strapping, healthy, smart, responsible, wonderful men, and 1 girl into a (walang kokontra!) beautiful, intelligent, wonderful, gorgeous, super, mega, giga, great mother, too (hehe. i'm the writer e!). As if the 7 people she took care of weren't enough, she took in other wards - brothers, nephews and nieces, friends, children of friends, bums, lost souls, etc. into her house, took care of them, and whose lives she has changed for the better. She had a large, warm bosom, perfect for hugging to comfort a crying child. She has warm hands, that would melt a cold, icy heart or pacify a raging temper with just a stroke on the cheek or a pat on the back. She always had super large sleeves which she uses to wiipe away tears from faces of crying kids fresh from fights or heartbroken teens. Her stout figure was perfect in carting off pastries and snack items that she cooked or baked the night before to sell to supplement her salary so she can feed her growing kids and coultless wards and send them all to school. She seems to have eyes behind her head, that she knows exactly what naughty things her boys (and girl) are doing behind her back. She has a loud voice that disciplines everyone and makes even the most fearless bully in the neighborhood cower. She has xray eyes that she sees sadness, heartache and suffering behind a smile or a laugh. She has psychic powers that she reads a lie between answers, a story, an anecdote or a brag. She has a warm, loud, infectious laugh that makes everyone laugh with her, never mind the corny joke she just told. She has something in her that makes people she talks to open up to her. She has never been a beauty queen, never modelled clothes or anything, but she always wore a personality and a sense of style that makes people look at her beyond her clothes and make up. She is always proud of her children and fights fiercely and nastily, like the devil woman encarnate, against whoever threatens anyone in her family, in anyway.

Susan, Susana, Sue, Suzy or Susing, is a far from perfect person. But so is everyone else. But as a mother? There is no one like her.

Happy Mother's Day, Palmera!!!! And to all who can relate...

(a mother's day post on FB)