“Do you want to marry a preacher and be like your mom?”
I blatantly reply: “No, I don’t want.”
It’s not because I don’t believe in my dad’s work. Of course, I love and admire my parents. I appreciate the efforts they make to give us a quality life. I just think it’s more difficult to be a preacher’s wife than to be a single parent. I can’t imagine having the kind of life my mom has. I don’t like to submit myself to my husband (hehe) and I am not caring, amiable by nature. But in truth, I looked up to my mother as an ideal woman and I know the challenges that my mom has to deal with as a preacher’s wife.
A lot of people claim that they are mission-minded and they like to serve the Lord. Though these people are worthy of admiration, I sometimes question how long can these people keep their enthusiasm.To some, working for the church provides opportunity to pay their misdeeds. To some joining the ministry might be a life-changing catalyst. To my parents, it is their life.
My mom married at the age of nineteen, spent almost all her life with my dad. Did I mention somewhere that she gave birth to seven children? At first she had five children while she continued to maintain a 22-inch waistline. After 14 years, she had two unexpected children. Having a lot of children is enough work load but her role does not end there. She has to help my dad with some people skills
Our house functions like an inn, a coffee shop, a bank, and DSWD. We would have random visits as if we are a social service center. My mom worries for a lot of people. Sometimes, my mom has to deal with people who are financially troubled. Someone needs to be visited in the hospital. Someone needs tuition fee, medicine, and bus ticket.
My mom prepares meals for a large group of people. She cooks for church workers, participants of youth and family camps, fellowships and feeding program. She should always be friendly, caring and ready to serve. She invites every new comer in the church to our house. And let’s add the fact that she has to please everyone. My mom teaches in ladies’ class and in church events, she acts like a project manager, a facilitator, an operations head. These are some of the things I can’t do. She is a busy home maker and a preacher’s wife. While I love my own space, my mom expands her home to accommodate more people.
Let me end with a short note to my mother:
Thank you ma for taking care of me even if I am such a difficult child. Thank you for bearing my tantrums. Thank you for peeping into my bedroom before you go to sleep. Thank you for not requiring anything from me and accepting me just as I am. Thank you for giving me more than enough. I’m also sorry for being ill-tempered at times. Good news, I’m working on it hehe…You are the best mother in the whole world! I love you very much! And you are the only person in my life whom I find greatest comfort and greatest love! Happy Mother’s Day!