12/02/2021
5th Entry for Essay
ERIKA B. CERIALES
BSBA-2B
FLAVORS OF LOVE.
Love is overrated.
Itâs so confusing to describe love.
Love varies from one experience to another. It comes in so many forms. Sometimes itâs full of happiness and joy, there are also times it is so painful and unbearable. Others describe it as sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes sour. We canât just easily get the right flavor because it is unpredictable, depends on the people involve.
I am a mother to a now 7 year old daughter. I love and adore her so much. She is so precious to me that I get so over protected that I donât want her to get close to others and I became so strict with her. Lately she becomes so distant and hangs more with her father (maybe because he spoils her so much). One day she asked me if she could play outside with her cousins but I said no because I donât want her to get dirty and with all the viruses around, in disappointment she answered me back with âyour ruining me mom!â and then she cried.
I was speechless and broke upon hearing those words. All I wanted is for her to be good. I love her dearly and everything I do is for her sake. Is it too much already? Iâm I too selfish that I forgot that she also has her own life? Was I too controlling? Contemplating on this made me realized that love is not only on joys and satisfaction. It is more on sacrificing and being understanding to others. Giving others the freedom to choose even if it means not choosing you. Being happy even if it hurts you. I guess this is the role of a mother. To protect but not to overprotect. To guide and not to control.
You see, it often falls on the motherâs hands to recognize how to best support and nurture relationships within the family. A motherâs love is always the best and incomparable. Salute to all mothers out there who gives there all even if nothing has left to them.