My Mom, My Hero

My mom is my hero.

When all else is scared to talk, too afraid to move and too terrified to fight for what is just and right … she did.

Despite all the evil, all the demons and all the threats that come her way day after day after day … she braved all these for the sake of peace and tranquility in our area.

My mom sacrificed living a peaceful civilian life … not because of fame, not because of power, not because of money … but all because of her LOVE for District 1. All because of her utmost desire to provide a peaceful loving community in our district … not a community enveloped in so much pain, so much hatred and so much fear.

I have never seen such love from a mother.
I have never seen such valor.

My fervent prayer is that through you, our community would experience the love and the care of a mother, just like the unconditional love and care that you have given me.

Thank you Mommy.

Always remember that the Lord is always with us. God is good.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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I would like to share an essay I wrote about my mom exactly 4 years ago, when I was still a fresh medical school graduate and not yet in politics. Beyond all the hype with the elections and politics … I would like people to see the different side of “Tita Beth” … that of a loving mother and a person full of love.

How I Wish I Were …
by Dorothy Delarmente (May 2006)

The only woman whom I have looked up to the most was the same woman who was responsible for my existence … my mommy! 9 painful months of complete agonizing bed rest … 1 week of sheer post-op pain … and 28 years of extreme torture raising me up! Ha!

I might not have been very vocal about it, but she is my role model. They say kids are the “better version” of their parents … but I’d like to think otherwise. To have a mommy like her, it seems to be impossible to surpass what she is, and what she turned out to be. I just wish I was like my mom …

I wish I had my mom’s eyes. She has those cheerful eyes that sparkle all the time. Even when she is mad, it somehow seems to still sparkle.

I wish I had my mom’s youthful face. She does not have wrinkles, she does not have crows feet nor those drooping saggy eye bags… and she is 56 years old! (Ha! Sorry mom!) She still looks like 40-ish, and she has never gone under the knife – YET!

I wish I had my mom’s waif-ish body. She could pass of as a model when she was in her 20s. At present, my mom’s waistline is smaller than mine, her arms are thinner than mine and her thighs are skinnier than mine. Her clothes are more sexy and more daring than mine! Hehe.

I wish I had my mom’s metabolism. She gobbles up a bag of Lindt Mini Chocolates in 1 sitting, yet she doesn’t gain a single pound! Why oh why did I inherit the wrong kind of genes.

I wish I had my mom’s smile. One quick flash of those pearly whites make every person who sees it smile back in return. Indeed, it is magnetizing.

I wish I had my mom’s sunny disposition. Despite all the worries and stresses she is experiencing, it seems as if she doesn’t have any problems to think about.

I wish I had my mom’s charismatic personality. For some strange reason, people tend to gravitate towards her. People adore her. Sometimes I’d like to build a shrine where they can worship her.

I wish I had my mom’s confidence. She can speak in front of thousands, she can deliver a really loaded and attention-grabbing speech (not those long, boring speeches trapos deliver) that she cooked up on-the-spot! To me, that is sheer talent!

I wish I had my mom’s stamina. She can be out of the house 24/7 doing what politicians do best … go to work, make laws, attend meetings, attend inaugurations, show up in birthday parties, become a sponsor in anyone and everyone’s wedding, crown every baranggay beauty queen and all those social events you could think of. WHEW!

I wish I had my mom’s patience. She’s got lots for all the annoying people annoying her … she’s got loads for her “pasaway” daughter … and probably even more for her “MORE pasaway” husband! Hehehe.

I wish I had my mom’s dedication…. dedication to her family, dedication to her profession. Our city is blessed to have her as a leader … but I am more blessed to have her as my mother.

I wish I had my mom’s selflessness. People go first before her own needs. To her, what she does is not a profession … it is a mission …

I wish I had my mom’s strength. Strength of character and strength of spirit.


Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. ~William Makepeace Thackeray

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MOMMY!!!
I love you!