Earlier this evening I was packing my luggage in preparation for my school trip tomorrow to England. I wanted to bring shoe bags and I know I brought a couple from Manila. I decided to check the maleta I used coming here, in case they were hidden in one of the many deep pockets. My search unearthed a tiny pouch filled with what felt from the outside like fridge magnets. I opened the pouch and found these:
My Mom made them for me, slipped them unobtrusively into my luggage and it lay in the dark crevices of my Samsonite until tonight, the eve of Mother’s Day.
I remember what she called them as she slipped them into the bag: Motherhood statements.
Thank you Mama for your wit. And for your love.