this is dedicated to all the MOTHERS who protect the sanctity of life and the rights of the children.  no beauty title is too prestigious to ever match the noble sacrifices that you have made.

“Her children arise and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her;

Many women do noble things,

but you surpass them all.”

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting,

but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Give her the reward she has earned,

and let her works bring praise to the city gate.”  Proverbs 31:28-31

when i was a kid, i had this fascination with beauty contests. i can still remember that miss universe beauty pageant in manila in 1974.  Ms. Spain won the title, but i remembered Ms. Finland was my favorite. and who can ever forget Ms. Aruba?  however, my favorite segment was the question and answer part. one could immediately make an intelligent guess who would win the coveted title and wear the prestigious crown, after the contestants answered their respective questions.

i watched in awe as year after year,  fashion transformed from the conservative and traditional, to the more hip and sassy, especially the swimsuits that allowed more skin exposure now.  but my fascination waned as i grew older.  instead, it took a gradual turn into a critical assessment of what a woman really is.  afterall,  still the top question which persists until this very day is “what really is the essence of a woman?”

time is indeed a great teacher.  there are valuable lessons that it taught me, that school never did.  such as the answer to that question.  yes, in biology, we were taught about the female anatomy. and how we differ from the male species. we have a womb that can nurture another human being even before he or she is born.  that alone is one of nature’s greatest wonders.

but why do women have wombs, and men don’t?

it is predestination that women shall cradle life the moment it is conceived.  not a week after, or a month, or after delivery.  it is the woman’s divine task to carry that precious child in her womb.  that child whom God knew even before he or she was formed in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5).

it is a great responsibility to be a mother.  but He did so because not only did He physically equip them to bear children; He also blessed them with such tenderness and strength of character, enough to radiate to their offsprings and enable them to thrive in a harsh world where they would eventually be born to. 

it is a privilege to be a mother.  because there is no joy as pure and innocent as when her baby smiles back at her.  no candy as sweet as a little girl’s  kisses.  no summer as warm as a young boy’s embrace. no melody as soothing as the laugher of children.  

it is an honor for a woman to be a mother.  because God could have chosen men to bear children.  but did not.  maybe because men are better providers and protectors.  so He trusted women to do that very special task instead.   a trust to be valued and sanctified.  and therefore, makes abortion the ultimate betrayal, regardless of how long the child is in the womb.

i understand now how much Sarah longed for a child of her own, and was fortunate enough in her old age, to be blessed by God with children, as numerous as the stars in the sky.  i understand now how my dear friend, Ruth and my sister, Ella prayed for a child so hard, and are now blessed to have become the mother to JJ and Igi Boy respectively . i understand now, how Mommy, sacrificed her dreams, in order for us, her kids, to reach ours.  i understand now the pain of the pierced heart of Mama Mary, when Jesus was crucified.

truly the answer to what the true essence of a woman, can never be heard or seen in any beauty contest.  but only deep in the hearts of all mothers everywhere, biological or adoptive.  for a woman is at her prettiest when she wears the crown of motherhood on her head.

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