Madre: A mother’s day reflection

Fiona Gisela

Written by: Theresia Titus


When the wine failed, the mother of Jesus said to him, ‘They have no wine.’ And Jesus said to her, ‘O woman, what have you to do with me? My hour has not yet come.’ His mother said to the servants, ‘Do whatever he tells you.’ Now six stone jars were standing there, for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to them, ‘Fill the jars with water.’ And they filled them up to the brim. He said to them, ‘Now draw some out, and take it to the steward of the feast.’ So they took it. When the steward of the feast tasted the water it now become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the steward of the feast called the bridegroom and said to him, ‘Every man serves the good wine first; and when men have drunk freely, then the poor wine; but you have kept the good wine until now.‘”

– John 2:3-10

Madre, a Spanish word for none other than ‘mother’. A loving figure that is close to our heart and the one who is irreplaceable.

“I grew up surrounded by the presence of two fierce women, my beloved Mama and Popo (it’s how I called my grandma). They are my role models, and my ten-year-old-self was convinced that I want to be like them when I have kids of my own.

Tough and loving. Those are the two words that describe my Popo. She was a downright businesswoman and the type of wife who is capable of doing anything and everything for her 12 kids. She took care of her children with love and perseverance, making sure each and everyone of her child fulfil their dreams. The odds were not always in favour of her; She went bankrupt twice, lost four of her kids and her husband. But because she was a faithful follower of Jesus, never even once she lost faith. She applied every lesson of love that she learned from the Bible, and her application of love resonated so deep to the point where she was always remembered by people she dearly loved. Being the closest grandchild, I can never forget what she did to mom, dad, little sissy and me. She was a grandma and mom to us, and that will never change even when she has gone to heaven.

My mom was no different. She learned pretty much everything from her, especially the baby 101 lesson of taking care of her own babies. My mom graduated from her university education in Jakarta and had a decent job, her dream job. She loved her job so much, but had to resign when she had me because my mom and dad couldn’t afford a baby sitter to take care of me. She told me she cried in front of her old boss that day (sorry Mama). Then two years later, my sister came. As busy as she ever was, we were always her number one priority. Throughout my elementary and junior high school years, she would be the first person to wake up in the house and prepare breakfast. Then she would wake me up and go through my countless kicking, refusing to wake up. She would drop everything despite her busy schedules and book flight tickets to visit us whenever we were sick (as my sister and I both spent most of our lives overseas). She never gave up on me, on loving us, because she is a mother.”

The tale above was based on a true story of the journey of a mom, her hardships going through the sea of life and raising her children that she unconditionally loves. To be exact, my very own story of my mom and my grandma.

The verses John 2:3-10 remind us of the characters “Mama” and “Popo” from the story above. It was Mary who asked Jesus to provide the wine. Though He answered her with something that we as kids usually respond when our moms asked something from us: “O woman, what have you to do with me? My hour has not yet come,” she did not give up and still request for Jesus to perform the work of miracle for the people at the wedding party. In that scene, Mary was a mother. Had she not asked Jesus that, Jesus might not perform the miracle of turning water to wine (who knows right?).

Those verses are foretold from time to time because it depicts how important Mary’s role is to Jesus life. She was the intercession of Jesus and the people. We are the wedding party and guests who need wine, and she was the one who understood our needs and pray for us so Jesus would agree to help us, though she somewhat realized that one day these people would blaspheme Jesus… Her pain was our gain; she accepted this from the very beginning. Just imagine: you, as a virgin, who had not married being told by an angel called Gabriel that you were going to have a son. What would people think of you? Mary must persevere through the shame. And imagine how would you feel to see your son carried His cross to Golgotha, being whipped and nailed inhumanly in front of the people who turned their backs on Him, and covered in blood? If I were her, I would run to my son and replace him in carrying the cross. I would go to Pontius Pilate myself and negotiate. But she did not do any of those because she knew that it had to happen per God’s will. It didn’t matter how excruciating the pain she had to bear, she never ran away. She dealt fully and wholly with her duties as the Mother of Our Lord Jesus Christ first and foremost. She stayed with Jesus until He spared His last breath on the cross. She bathed His lifeless body and buried it.

As how Mary is our intercession, so are our mothers. Though I can only share with you two mother figures who I know but heart, I am sure that every mother is the same. They care endlessly towards us and put us first (at least that is how a mother should be). They say their prayers every night for us with the hope that we live our life well enough. They have gone from selfish to selfless in matter of seconds as soon as they heard the first time we cried. They loved us unconditionally like how Mary did to Jesus and to us now.

So, as there still hours left, have you hug and tell your mom that you love her?


Happy mothers’ day!

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