A Mother’s Love

I was chatting on the phone with my mother last night, and she mentioned something that my eldest brother had recently told her.

He said to her what a good mother she had been, because when he had asked for a t-shirt from Ocean Pacific, a local Hawaiian brand, my mother had sewn an O and a P onto a shirt of his, imitating the company’s logo.

It’s funny how in retrospect, something that was entirely un-cool when we were children or teenagers, looks so different when we are older, and in my brother’s case, have children of one’s own.

From that perspective he was able to see how although my mother was unwilling to spend the money on what she considered an overpriced t-shirt, she wanted to give him what he wanted, and sacrificed her time and effort to do so. So years later after shunning that t-shirt at one time, he looked back at that shirt as a symbol of our mother’s desire to make us happy.

I think as children we often overlook the sacrifices that our parents made for us , but they soon become crystal clear as we grow older…hopefully.