The weather got colder as the wind blew in the evening. As I watched the strong wind rattle the veranda windows, I thought it would be very cold tomorrow. At the right moment, my phone rang. When I looked at my cell phone screen, it was my mom.
“Is everything OK with you and your family? It will be cold until next week according to the weather forecast. Make sure you don’t catch a cold.”
“Mom, I’m not a child anymore.”
“Ever since you were a child you always caught a cold. I am worried about you the most when winter comes.”
“I know, I am taking good care of myself, so don’t worry too much. I’m going to visit you when Eun-seo goes on vacation.”
“Okay, take care of yourself . . .”
Her voice was still full of worry, and I hung up the phone. It has already been over 10 years since I moved out of my mother’s house after getting married. Even now, however, when winter comes every year, my mother repeatedly tells me to be careful not to catch a cold and to stay healthy. I am a grown up now, but in my mother’s eyes I am probably still the weak child who was about to die from a high fever.
As one of three children, I was very weak since my childhood and used to suffer from many illnesses. Maybe it happened when I was about five years old. I remember it was a winter night when snow kept pouring down and the weather was much colder than today. That night, I vomited everything I had eaten, and I was all exhausted, suffering from a high fever and severe cough; I was just barely breathing. Then suddenly my mom started to run while carrying me on her back; she probably thought that I would be in a dangerous situation if she just left me untreated. Nowadays, many hospitals provide 24-hour emergency services, but back then it was very rare to find a hospital that provided night time emergency services. It was already passed midnight and there was no taxi or bus to be found. To get to the hospital which was located more than 10 km away from the local clinic, my mom ran the streets covered with snow that had piled up ankle high, through the snowstorm, without a moment’s rest.
“Please open the door! My daughter is dying!”
Even though I was almost unconscious, I could hear my mom knocking violently on the door of the hospital which was already closed. We moved from one hospital to another and after many hours I was finally able to receive medical treatment.
“Doctor, please save my child!”
The voice of my mom, who was crying and begging the doctor to save me, echoed in my ears. As I recall that moment, tears well up in my eyes. My mom, who ran through the freezing cold snowstorm without rest to save me, reminds me of my Heavenly Mother (God the Mother). Mother has come down to this earth in the flesh like a thorn from a rose bush. Now She is anxiously looking for Her children, calling out,
“My son! My daughter!”
At this earnest voice of God the Mother, I shed tears of repentance. I think of Mother who is praying for the souls of Her children with tears without sleep or rest even at this late hour at night. I want to quickly find my lost brothers and sisters whom Mother is eagerly waiting for, so that Her years of suffering will come to an end as soon as possible.