It's been 6 months and 6 days since I gave birth...
That argument being said, I can continue writing about how it was and how my life has changed after my first pregnancy. I could write a book about it, my mom would gladly read it... given that she could read, but she couldn't.
I never understood her much when I was younger, but as I age and as I move away farther from Home; I understood her more. I would love to teach her to read, given the chance.
I would like to believe I studied to be a Teacher and got so inspired that I even took units in Reading Education after my university graduation all because of my love for her. Perhaps I just didnt know how to express myself well in front of her when I was younger. Perhaps, it was love that made me pursue teaching reading!
I remembered writing about her experiences as an illiterate mother of six, in some of my school papers in the university. The learning and how we learn sort of topics drove my mind back to her experiences as a non-reader. She couldn't write too. She is always my Classic example in understanding learning, unlearning and life itself.
In fact, there was a time I tried teaching her but she refused in her usual shy manner. She is a very quiet woman, but when she speaks, she speaks with innocence and humility that you would love her more.
She has many stories to share, and when it was that peak of her time to talk and talk about her past... I was so glad I was already matured enough to listen and I had the time to remember them. I may have not written them down, but I remember them very well, I can recount her stories with my eyes closed.
She is very simple. Her stories didn't change no matter how many times, she would retell them. She came to that point when she no longer remembered if she had told you that story or not. Her form of entertaining people then was through her old stories.
Speech... her ability to talk and communicate, that is long gone. Since September 2009, her ability to speak is non existent! From then on, I always send her airmailed cards, photos or letters which my sisters would read to her.
From the time she had a mild stroke, I have lived in 3 different Home addresses. I got married. I studied another language. I got pregnant and I am now a mother myself... but I keep writing her. I have plenty of stories to share with my Inang! I find my ways to tell her everything about my life now even though we are living in different parts of the world.
I'm moving in to my 4th Home address very soon... and I would be definitely excited to write her another story about my own Home in a new HOME with my little Nicholas, her second grandchild and named after her.
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We love you and miss you Inang! We love and miss you Nonna Nicolasa. See you in about 8 months! You are thought of everyday.
HAPPY Mother's Day Inang! I would never stop writing you letters...and if I could write a book, I would read it to you first!
