I couldn’t find much family photos with Mum in it, to put into the slide show for her celebration service. There were plenty photos of me with Dad and other family members.
That summed up how I felt about Mum. She wasn’t in my life that much. It was Dad took me to school on my first day, and she managed to miss almost all my significant firsts.
I held such belief until the day of her funeral. A relative of ours gave me a hug when she arrived at the service. She said to me with teary eyes, ‘I am gonna miss your mother, she had always been there for everyone and made herself invisible.’
Throughout the service, I heard Mum’s friends and family members telling stories of their fond memories of Mum. In their minds, Mum was this selfless woman who always shyed away from the crowd, just like the photos. She ran around to snap memories and hid behind the camera.
It daunted on me that she did the same with me. She worked hard and provided for our family and barely took any credit for that. I would prefer her to be a mummy bear to nurture me, instead, she was a lone eagle. I realised how much she had shielded me. I was just too frighten to look up to her when she soared with me above the storm of life.