My First Mother

ticletext">There was a time when I thoughtand proudly handed her my little gift. Funny.
flowers were always attached to a romanticI would always notice an awkward grin in my
gesture. But today, apart from my girlfriend, Imom’s face when I would give her my
always give flowers to my mom. My momgift. At the time, I never knew what this meant,
always used to say that she will always be mybut at an early age of four, a smile the shape of
first girlfriend, and no one else can come beforea reversed coat hanger with the words “Very
her. I can recall a memorable instance when Igood” or “How thoughtful” are words I
treated my mom to a big bouquet of flowers.always received with glee.
The first was back when I was four. We had aA few years passed and I remember my mom
family tradition in the house that my father wasbringing up that memory during dinnertime. Later
very particular with. To convince us that the valueon, I found out from her that she didn’t
of work was equated to how much we did, mylike the idea of me picking the flowers from the
father would give a small incentive for picking outgarden because she was trying to cultivate them.
the weeds in the garden. I remember it clearlyIt was rather funny - she didn’t want to
that for every weed pulled out from the garden,reprimand me for such a kind gesture, thereby
my dad would give five cents.risking my developing a distorted sense of right
That was cold hard cash in the Philippines back inand wrong. But what can a mother do, alas, but
the 80’s. I made sure not to pick theappreciate this innocent gesture of mine?
flowers. Or did I really, because after a while, IToday, I still give my mom flowers and she still
had that bright idea to give a “bouquet” ofhas that smile on her face. The only difference is
flowers to my mom. And by a bouquet, I mean athat now, I do not pick flowers from our garden.
fistful of small flowers picked from the orchids inI send them through a flower delivery service.
the garden. After making my delivery of weedsMore importantly, I now know the reason for her
to my father and collecting my twenty minutesawkward smile.
worth of pay, I made my way to my mother