In 2010, I had a profound experience with a book recommended by Qui. I had never read Mitch Albom's works before, but when Qui recommended this book with an endearing expression while we were walking in RB near the new year, I finally picked it up from my to-read pile during my journey home. As I read on the KRL, I felt my chest tighten and my eyes well up with tears.
The story of Chick Benetto reuniting with his deceased mother after 8 years and missing her funeral was truly touching. How could a child be forced to choose between his mother and father? It seems unfair that a child should have to make such a choice when they deserve to have both and be happy with them.
If I had to choose, I would probably choose my mother. My mother is very similar to Posey in the book. She is beautiful, kind, quick-witted, and warm. There are many moments in the book that remind me of my mother's love and care for me. She would do anything for me, like taking me to school in the heavy rain, teaching me to drive, preparing my birthday, and even now, always coming when I need to leave Bintang with her and constantly praying for my success.
However, there are also times when I realize I haven't been there for my mother. I remember running away from home to climb a mountain, not thinking about how worried she was, refusing to teach her how to text so she had to learn from the neighbor's child, and often not answering her early morning calls because I was too busy getting ready for work.
This book has taught me a lot about the relationship between a mother and a child, about the mistakes that children often make, and about becoming a mother with a million difficulties in life. It has made me realize that a mother's happiness is not always complete, that she has to be strong and always ready, and that the success of her child is her motivation to live. It has taught me about true love and that a mother can never be weak.
I am grateful that my mother is still alive, so I can try to return her love. I know she doesn't expect anything from me except for me to be more gentle (because I'm often as impatient as my father), to spend more time with her (even though we're both equally busy), and to share more of my difficulties with her (it's very hard for me to talk about problems, I prefer to talk about good things).
I also remember that, like Chick, who chose baseball with his father, I often chose to be more like my father rather than helping my mother in the kitchen. I was more interested in learning about electricity and always avoided domestic work, using the excuse of studying math. I pretended to be interested in the economics lessons that my mother taught with great difficulty, even though I wasn't really. Although my mother eventually realized that it was nice to have a daughter who could be asked to climb a ladder to check the water tank or be a shopping companion when buying building materials, I know she still has the desire to share her experiences of cooking, baking, sewing, making jewelry, and other things (which unfortunately I'm not interested in).
When I finally became a mother myself, I understood that all the things my mother was worried about for me before were true. I love Bintang, and maybe that's how my mother loved me since I was a child. I worry about his safety, and maybe that's what my mother felt when I traveled far away. I know, looking at myself in the mirror, that Bintang may behave the same way towards me in the future. Maybe he will change during his adolescence, maybe he will become indifferent, but I want him to always be close to me, in my heart. I have to remember that not only does Bintang have to learn to be independent, but I also, as his mother, have to know that there will come a time when I have to let him go.
This book has taught me many valuable lessons, and I will always cherish them. I love my mother and my daughter, and I will always remember the love that a mother gives along the way. Happy Birthday, Ma. 10 Agustus 2010.