Honoring my mother | Secret love

I KNOW of one college professor in Manila who, through the years, has received numerous citations that would now make her Curriculum Vitae appear like she was being primed for a Datu Bago award candidacy. Yet, included among all the impressive accomplishments written there is her first prize in an on-the-spot painting contest (in secondary school), which she considers as her most precious accolade. Like a single red rose among the whitey lilies, it is listed under the heading ‘accomplishments,’ along with a Masters and a PhD.

The professional resume of another, a former uni head, is equally-sprinkled with degrees that would put a thermometer to shame, yet registered (rather prominently) among the first of her achievements is a Mother-of-the-year award, given her when she was still a fledgling mom.

An up-and-coming female painter and sculptor, despite a rapidly growing popularity (and clientele), would still rather describe herself primarily as the “scanner” of her child’s artworks. Yabadabadoo and so on…

Now, all these may seem like mere sentimental quirks, false humility or pabebe for some people. True, awards, citations, educational degrees, titles and other personal attainments have a tangible and direct appeal, and many even equate them as definite measures of success. However, a more accurate interpretation may quite simply point out that, on the contrary, how we put premium on things is the common thread. More important, it will always be the case of different strokes for different people.

The above-mentioned personalities are not eccentrics or the type of people who will feign originality just to seek attention. They are real like you and me. Their tagging more value on seemingly less-significant attainments may seem new world-ish and weird at first, but therein lies the good news. Each and every one has in their possession that red rose amongst our many lilies. Through the course of our participation in this rat race, we definitely gather gains along the way, they be in the form of a promotion or a newly-discovered skill. In spite all these, there will always remain one constant accomplishment that is closest to our hearts.

So, Mother-of-the-year award or not, whatever roles we favor over our other more-significant assets are therefore special and worthy of mention. Because of this, it‘s safe to infer that they define who we really are inside. As such, nothing else matters and the opinion of others should go straight to you-know-where.

In the local lingo, we say “walang kokontra” or don’t me.

 

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