It's mother's day today.

My bizarre brain thought of my mother and my aunt. Bizarre because it made me think of how they are thinking or feeling about my grandma. Though it really is unnecessary, but some it did hit me. Is this what it really feels like? To constantly miss someone when they are no longer around anymore? Having the thought that I am thinking about my grandma, how would both my mom and aunt actually think of their mom, my grandma?

I guess I never would have realised it if I had not read a facebook status of a friend regarding how hurtful mother's day would be to her. It makes me feel like a filial child for not being able to be the daughter the society has set a figure to meet. If the world is celebrating mother's day, I can't. Not because that I am at a different place or that I chose not to, but today, I couldn't figure out, why?

If one loves their mother, should it not be an eternal love, and not something that we celebrate once a year? Why only buy mother pretty things on mother's day, when you can give her your love every other day?

Come to think of it, I never once celebrated mother's day with my mother. The distance and the age of when I was then, it didnt allow me to be with my mother and to celebrate with her. Much more to that, reading people's statuses on how mothers have sacrifice washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking delicious food, being their personal chauffeurs, it made me wonder, is that what a mother is like?

My mother left me with my aunt, sacrificed her time with me, working around the world (literally), and here I am today, in Melbourne. She gave me a good life where I had not need to suffer when I grew up. She, was like my father.

My aunt, took me under her arms, brought me up, provided me with whatever that was necessary for me to grow up. She, was as described as everyone else, a mother to me.

I have two mothers, one blood mother, one substitute mother. Both loved me, both had brought me up as a person that I am today.

:)

The luckiest person on earth, with two lovely mothers.