The Journey of Man…
And the Mother’s Extended Hand
By Apolinario B Villalobos
Since birth man is destined to undertake a journey…
As a helpless infant, he is helped in his journey by his mother. As a toddler when he has learned to crawl, his curiosity brings him to all directions of his playpen, living room of the house, bedroom, anywhere that he is allowed to explore.
When he learns to take a few steps, he goes further where accidents that he encounter give him lessons to be learned as regards things that should be touched or play with.
When he enters a prep school, his physical journey is coupled with mental explorations through the pages of coloring and big-lettered illustrated books.
When he joins his peers in elementary he steps up the ladder of knowledge that he continues to do as he enters high school and college. Along the way, he meets friends.
Everybody’s been through all these…
The journey is not without difficulties. And, to help us through them, there’s always our mother who would extend a hand every time we stumble. Through thick and thin, she is always around giving us assurance, always ready to help.
I cannot just imagine life without a mother!
Patience is one virtue that mothers are born with. Our mother overflows with it.
In our journey, we always see her hand giving us directions. Sometimes we feel it, as she pushes us on if we are at the verge of quitting. Sometimes her hand would give us a slight pat if we make mistakes.
As for me, I have done my best to follow the right direction in my effort to reach my destination. This I did as I tread on long roads that sometimes wind through rock-strewn hills, as they poetically say of challenges.
Yes, the road of life is not that smooth. But thanks to the extended hand of my mother. At last, I am where I should be…