Story of A Perfect Mother
Read the stories below:
1) At 6.00 am on my first day of attending a primary school when I was 7 yrs old, I cried and reluctant to board the school bus despite my mum`s continuous persuasion. In the end my mum decided to board the bus together with me and we head to school together. At school, I was afraid to enter the classroom knowing that I will have to see all the new faces and sit next to a person i don’t even know who he is. My mum then told me “Don’t be afraid, make new friends, they are all good boys and girls. I will be waiting for you outside if you are scared. If there`s anything you just call me.” My school started at 7.15 am and ended at 12.30 pm. During this period, my mum sat outside my classroom patiently and waited to make sure i can see her so that i`m not scared and I won’t cry anymore. She did the same routine tirelessly for 5 days in a row until i`m used to the new environment around me.
2) At secondary school, I was transferred to a school in PJ (roughly 14km away from where I stay). My transportation to the school then requires me to wake up at 5am every morning so that i`m ready to board the school bus on time at 6am. Adjusting herself to my crazy timing, she wakes up at 4 am every morning to prepare some hot milo and breakfast for me to bring to school. She would then accompany me to the bus stop a few hundred meters away from our house. She did this for 3 years in a row during my secondary school years.
3) When I was in university, my mum gives me RM 50 every week for my expenditure when i`m out in the university. I remembered asking her for more money for expenses because RM 50 was not enough for my spending (karaoke, cyber cafes, mamak sessions, sports etc with friends), giving excuses that living in KL/PJ isn`t easy without money etc. Sometimes she would give me extra RM 20 for the week if she could. Still, I would keep complaining about the same matter over and over throughout my 3 years in university, as if my mum has all the money in the world to spend on me.
My mum works as a babysitter and by taking care of 3-4 kids at home, she earns about RM 2k (estimated) every month. Lets do a rough calculation:
All figures below are just estimation
- House mortgage installment (with dad) – RM 900
- Groceries (per month) – RM 350
- Utility bills (with dad) – RM 150
- My university monthly expenses – RM 200 (sometimes RM 280)
Balance = 1,500 – 900 – 350 – 150 – 280 = RM 320
Assuming she gives me RM 70 every week, she only has RM 320 for her own expenses every month. Who can survive on only RM 320 every month when you have to take care of the household? And the figures above are just my estimation. The real amount might be higher.
4) When it comes to meal, she would prepare good lunch and dinner every day for us. When its time for lunch, she would prepare me a big plate of noodles with a cup of hot milo everytime. As for herself, she always prepare a cup of hot milo and drink it together with a slice of gardenia bread. When I offer to eat the noodle together with her, she would say “I`m slimming down and trying to be healthy, don’t want to eat too much oily food”.
When its dinner, she would always ask us to start eating first without waiting for her. Whenever we ask her to eat with us, she would say “I`m tired, need a rest first etc”. Once we finish our meal, it`ll be her turn to eat her dinner.
Her true intention? To make sure her beloved children and husband has more than enough good food to eat. For her, she can simply survive by eating a slice of bread or finishing what`s left on the table every night.
Above are just some of the sacrifices my mum made during my course of growing up in this society. For many reasons, I regretted the way I treated my mum when i was younger without realizing the sacrifices she made for me and our family. I will not forget how she wakes up at 4 am in the morning everyday just to boil some hot water in order to prepare warm drinks for all of us before we head to work. I will not forget how she accompanied me during my first week of primary school classes. I will not forget how hardworking she is in order to make sure her family is healthy and happy.
Its my turn to take care of her and my dad now. I`m not sure if i can be the son they wanted me to be, but I swear I`m going to do my best to make sure they are happy and they would transfer all the burdens they`ve been carrying for the past 27 years to me.
I HAVE A PERFECT MUMMY! THANK YOU MUM FOR EVERYTHING!
Written and signed by: Alan Wong





