Is there something more splendid and marvelous than the love of a mother to her child? I cannot think of the kind of love on earth greater than a mother’s love – the love that goes beyond eternity.
When I was in Grade school, I came across a short story that still reverberates in my subconscious every time I see young boys and girls rebelling against their parents who are opposed to their untimely ‘love affair’. Unlike in the olden times when the young were so obedient and submissive to the advice of their mothers, the youth of today are totally different. They feel so entitled and would argue as if they knew everything. Many of them lack discipline and would often break house rules to follow what they desire.
But of course, there were also few bullheaded kids in the olden days. Look at this story I came across more than fifty years ago. A young boy fell in love with a young beautiful girl who was the object of admiration of many in their community. He told her how much he loved her and that he would do anything to win her affection. He offered her flowers, candies and fancy jewelries but the young lady merely ignored it like the gifts being offered by her other suitors. He tried to fix her parent’s broken fence and gathered water from the well to fill all the jars in her house but still, it did not work.
Frustrated and apprehensive that someone might be ahead of him in the race to win her ‘yes’, she talked to her one fine afternoon while she was going home from the church. He asked her, “What is it you want me to do to make you love me?” to which she replied without batting an eyelash. “Give me your mother’s heart and I will marry you.” Upon hearing her words and without even giving a second thought about it, he rushed home, took a knife and stabbed her mother in the back. Then he opened her chest, took out her heart still beating and placed it in a box.
He wrapped the box with a piece of cloth and ran outside to bring it to the young lady. He was so excited to show her what he got but somewhere along the way, he accidentally tripped on a small rock and fell on the ground. As he was trying to stand up and pick the box, he heard a sweet voice asking him, “Were you hurt child?”, it was her mother’s heart!
Had the young boy not been blinded by passion for the love of the young lady, her mother would still be alive. He totally misunderstood the girl because he did not clarify what she meant. What she really meant by “give me your mother’s heart” was “I want her to love me like you do”. Indeed, fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Melinda Bagsic Evangelista
I was born to write and I believe that’s my calling. I love writing because it brings me to the realm exclusively of mine. It is also my opinion that “immortality” can be achieved not by searching for the Holy Grail and drinking from it but by living your life worth-writing or writing something worth-reading. Since I cannot promise you a life worth-writing, I keep myself busy writing something worth-reading. I am thankful to God for giving me the talent and skill to see life in different perspectives not seen by many and the courage to share it to my readers. This first ever Tutubi Digital News Magazine is a perfect avenue to bring you the many facets of life that you can ponder upon in this time of the pandemic. Enjoy reading all the articles.
