STRENGTH IS often associated with physical excellence and sporting achievement. In my time covering sports, I have seen countless feats pushing the boundaries of human capability and prowess. While sporting events give me a sense of inspiration and wonder, all of those pale in comparison to the strength of a single mother.
Growing up as the only child of a single-parent household, it has been my mom and I against the world ever since I can remember. Throughout my life, I have had a front-row seat to the dedication my mother had so I could grow up in a loving environment.
I am very fortunate to have the great education, shelter, food, and care in my life now—all thanks to my mother’s sacrifices. Enduring countless sleepless nights and frantic work days, my mom went above and beyond to provide for me.
Yet, while I am utterly grateful for the love of my mom and my extended family, I cannot deny the doubt and anxiety that used to creep into my mind every time I was reminded of the one thing—or person—“missing” in my life.
I will not lie, it hurt to write “not applicable” on every form that asked for a father’s name. It pained me to miss out on the father-and-son camps and see the family portraits my friends had. It also annoyed me to see the pity in people’s eyes whenever I told them about my family situation. I tried my best to hide those feelings; however, this reality always gnawed at me, coming out in the most unexpected times.
In high school, I came across a video of comedian Gabriel Iglesias telling the story of how he reconnected with his father and asked for a family portrait with his parents. Inspired by his story, I impulsively asked my mom if she would be open to such a thing happening for me. Immediately, my mom chuckled and said, “If you wanted to have a photo, sure, but why would you need that?”
I don’t quite remember what reaction I was expecting from my mom, but I do recall how I became so emotional that I started crying after that encounter.
Looking back at that moment, I think that I was chasing the idea of a “normal” family, seeking a sense of external closure and acceptance. Later on, though, I realized that my mom did not think I needed a picture because we were each other’s “normal” already—the two of us were a family just as much as any family with two parents is. I realized that none of my pain ever lasted because I had my mom.
Reflecting upon this experience, I grew to further appreciate the time my mother has given me. I learned that being a parent is so much more than just showing up; it is choosing to be by someone’s side every single day. The impact even a single person can have on another’s life can be astronomical, and I am thankful that I have people who care about me.
To those who love their loved ones unconditionally, thank you. You serve as proof that family is defined by effort and care, not by labels.
To my mom, this piece cannot encapsulate how grateful I am for you and how you have given me the confidence to live. Much like the strength you have shown when raising me, I promise to do all in my power to make you proud as I pursue my dreams.
If there is one thing that I am most excited about as I move forward in life, it is to walk down the hill of the Ateneo the same way I have done in all things big or small: with you right by my side, mom.
Gabriel is a senior at the Ateneo de Manila University expecting to graduate in 2026. Majoring in Communication Arts and possessing a passion for sports journalism, he looks to further highlight the Filipino sports scene.
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