New Years Resolution

For many years, I have stopped writing down my new year’s resolution. Not that I don’t believe in one but I have set too many unrealistic goals that I have lost count of those that I have not kept!

 

But this year is different. I am bent on improving my own and my family’s life. I have now have four kids and raising them up would take some extraordinary skills and talent from an otherwise ordinary mom like me!

1. Write everyday. Write in my journal or blog about my kids’ activities so I won’t forget what they are like when they are very young.

2.  Continue reading one or two books each week with Danielle and Joshua. Read to Jojo and Daphne.

3.  Create a scrapbook for each child. Write down their accomplishments the entire year.

4.  Plant with the kids. Create a backyard garden.

5.  Read the scriptures with the kids everyday.

6.  Take a family vacation each year to a new place. Document the vacation.

 

I’ll stop to number six. They say that new year’s resolutions should be shared. I am sharing this in my blog so I would feel some accountability at the end of the year.

 

Happy New Year everyone! May 2012 bring us more happiness, peace and contentment.

Happy New Year!

After many months of silence, I’m back! Year 2011 has given me another baby girl, baby Daphne Hannah who was born on December 11, 2011 at 1:47 PM. I endured 24 hours of labor, was induced, had an epidural, experienced the most severe birth pains and finally gave birth to a beautiful baby girl…

Lessons from Japan

Some years ago, I was riding an escalator with Grace in one of the malls in Manila. There were hordes of people riding with us and when we reached the restaurant where we ate with Maki, her then fiance, she told me that in Japan (where she earned her university degree), people never push and shovel their way up an escalator. Once they get hold of the railings, they would stand on the side and free the midsection to allow for those who are in a hurry to get up (or down) pass easily. And this is only one of those stories I hear from Grace on how disciplined Japanese people are.

Today, I am reminded of the Japanese’ discipline and the culture they live. While we share some ways of life common to Asians such as respect for the elderly, and even bayanihan… it is only in the aftermath of the utter devastation that I began to truly understand what bayanihan (camaraderie) really is… If we, Filipinos could just have half the heart, the spirit, the love and pride for one’s nation, and the Japanese’s courage to rebuild what was destroyed, would be great too? My answer is yes.

Here are some lessons that I hope my family and I could practice:

1. Be patient. The Japanese were without food, water and appropriate shelter for freezing temperature, they lost everything and yet, they never complained. The still formed long lines when relief goods arrived.
2. Be prepared. The people were prepared for an earthquake. This led me to think of my own family’s preparedness program. Are we prepared for a calamity? In our church we are taught principles of self-reliance and to always prepare for emergencies. We do have 72 hour kits and I still have to stack on food supplies.
3. Be positive. Despite the grim reality and being surrounded with remnants of the devastation, destroyed houses (and I could imagine dreams too), the Japanese people remained positive. In life, there would always be reversals, am I and my family prepared for times like these? I’m blessed to have a husband who never complains and is always optimistic about life and people. I hope these traits would rub on me too.
4. Love your country. The Japanese people’s belief on their country and leaders is something that Filipinos lack. I know this would start a long debate and countless explanations on why the Philippines is what it is today. However, I believe that if Filipinos stop believing (and working) that Philippines would be great one day, then who else will? The blood running in our veins would always be a reminder that we are Filipinos and no one else can lift up this country to greater heights except us.

Ok- I’ll stop there….

To the Japanese people, I’m praying that you will survive through the difficulties. My heart goes out to all the Japanese mothers trying to keep their children safe and make sense of all that happened. I hope you will stay strong in a moment like this.

Saying Goodbye

I won’t use the word hate because it is a very strong word. Rather, I’ll use the word ‘dislike.’

I can’t say I dislike you because I like you, I really really like you… Every time you flaunt your bright red color and bright rays of light are turned on to you, the more I dislike you because you are taunting me and killing me softly with your oozing appeal. What is it about you? Is it the terrible heat that makes me crave for you? Is it when the kids are sleeping that I secretly open the ref and look for you? Why can’t you simply disappear from my life and leave me alone peacefully? Why do you have to remind me of your existence? The advertising executives are of no help. They are paid to brainstorm- and oh- they are mightily successful in doing just that. Produce a really bright idea after brainstorming for days… And what do I get? A more thoughtful (not insightful) advertisement luring me to like you again!

So today (for the nth time), I am going to dislike you for the right reasons. First, I have to let you go for my health. I don’t want my hubby to look for a madrasta the moment I’m gone because of sugar overdose (read: diabetes). Madrastas have a bad record of taking care of kids from another mother. Second, I have to let you go for my kids. My kids see me as their example. I don’t want them to copy this bad trait (yes I know, I’m a terrible mom). Third, you are really getting expensive for a past time (read: habit). Fourth, I hate goodbyes but this time- it is for real… No ifs, no buts… so to my dear ex-drink, all things have their endings. Please don’t cry- I am only one among the millions of your consumers. This won’t hurt your executives’ moolahs…

My thoughts on Japan’s Earthquake

I was on my way to Danielle’s school to pick her up from her class which ends at 4PM. I was passing by a small sari-sari store when I saw on the news the devastation that just happened an hour ago in Japan. To say I was shocked was an understatement. My first thoughts were on my my brother and his wife who were living in Okinawa, Japan. When I went home, I immediately received a call from my husband who also learned about the news and asked me if I can contact my younger brother (Peping) and ask him if he is ok. We could not contact him and so we called his mother in-law. We were relieved to hear from her that my brother and his wife just called to tell them that they were safe.

I opened my FB to see if friends from Japan are also safe (Grace, a classmate in College and my HS closest friend’s younger brother’s family).

Later, I just learned the extent of the Japanese people’s discipline and patience in times of adversity. I was awed at how they could learn to be calm in an event that would send people from other country go amok. Despite the long hours of waiting for train stations to resume operation, they still manage to form long neat lines. Not a single one was complaining. All were helping each other in a very difficult time. I am impressed that they were well-prepared to deal with an earthquake. What they weren’t prepared for was the tsunami that engulfed coastal villages. When relief goods finally arrived, people who were hungry and cold and one could just image, very tired too- still manage to patiently wait in long lines. This people’s resilience is amazing… Just how many people possess these traits?

Sleep Deprivation

No, I am not sleep deprived because I have to lull my little ones to sleep. In fact, they are all soundly sleeping while I am typing in these words. The only sound I hear is the whirring of the AC and the clicking sound of the keys in my laptop. I wish I can say I am sleep deprived because Jojo wants me to carry him and dance around the house until he sleeps. I am sleep deprived because I cannot simply sleep if I don’t go to bed by 10 in the evening. How does that sound? I am now insomniac? My friends would be laughing at this. I swear I would be the last person in the their mind to ‘contract’ insomnia. I know- I use to catch up on any missed sleep the entire week. And here I am today- having trouble sleeping if I don’t go to bed by 10. It’s almost 11 and I don’t feel sleepy anymore. Blame it on reading other people’s blogs (interesting ones though!). So, am I really ‘that’ old to start suffering from insomnia?

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post script- here is the blog entry that started my reading marathon. Why is this article so true?! For all the women in the world- speak up! hehehe…

Character of the Week

I only admire a few actresses and actors in the industry because I’ve never been a follower of Filipino movies until recently. My negative perception stems from trailers of slapstick movies and etc. However, I got to watch ‘Crying Ladies’ with Angel Aquino as one of the actresses (with Sharon Cuneta and Hilda Koronel) and the story impressed me for its realistic view of our society. Then came other quality Filipino movies that were beautifully and artistically done by our esteemed directors. For today’s post, I am sharing a video of Angel Aquino. I did not know that she became a scholar in high school. I knew she went to U.P. in Baguio. So, here’s Angel as my character for this week:

Happiness

I thought I’ll be happy only when I earn this or that degree, have numerous letters after my name, travel around the world or lead an organization. I thought I’ll be fulfilled only and only if I reach my dreams. My children taught me otherwise.

Just this moment, my little girl is wearing a nice pink hat that barely fits her head. She had this hat when she was 9 months old. She is looking at me with that sad eyes begging for me to buy her a lollipop. My son is at my back, fixing a piece of flat playdough at the top of my head. He is mimicking his older sister- he also wants lollipop. An hour ago, I was breastfeeding jojo who likes to climb to my stomach while feeding. I was cuddling Joshua on my left and Danielle was on my right side. I paused- shouldn’t this be happiness? Isn’t this fulfillment?

Tomorrow, I’ll be repeating the same routine- soothing a child who just scraped his or her knee and kissing it to drive the pain away, embracing each child before he or she sleeps, reading a book and listening to the stories they have to tell and all other details that get repeated every day. At the end of the day, the sweetest reward is when a child says ‘I love you mama’ before closing his or her eyes to sleep… This is happiness.

Growing Old and Still In Love

I confess that I am not a ‘love’ writer but this is the month where Hallmark is raking in lots of moolahs, restaurants have their heyday and flower vendors are feeling Christmassy!

But how do you define love? Shakespeare has the answer– if you don’t show your love, you do not love at all. I believe everyday should be like Valentines day. You always show that you love your husband or wife, children, friends, the lovable and yes- even the unlovable. To me, love is finding happiness in simple things. While I like many love songs, I think Adam Sandler’s Growing Old with You captures what love should be everyday- not something accompanied by fireworks- but simple and profound. Here is the lyrics (hope you like it as much as I do).

[Billy Idol (Speaking):] Good afternoon everyone.
We’re flying at 26, 000 feet, moving
Up to thirty thousand feet, and then we’ve got clear skies
All the way to Las Vegas, and right now we’re bringing you some in-flight
Entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song
Inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class
Passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.

[Robbie Hart (Singing):]
I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you

I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I’ll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
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I appreciate old couples who still hold hands and still have ‘that’ twinkle in their eyes. To me- that should be love- one that never tires and wanes. One time, my sister and I ate at one of the restaurant in our hometown. Just beside our table was a couple who were in their late 60s or early 70s. While waiting for their order, they were animatedly talking with each. When their food arrived, the old man gave a short prayer and while they were about to eat, the wife asked the man, “”Di, nangadyi na ta?” (Daddy, have we said our prayers?). The old man gently replied that yes, they just did that a few seconds ago. The old lady laughed and they started eating their food.

My sister and I were amused and we pretended not to eavesdrop and later, when they stood up, the husband took his wife by the hand and they went out of the restaurant holding hands. My sister and I asked each other, how many old couples are like that? We were quiet for a moment. I thought, only a few…

Photo Credit: Julia

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways

As everyone knows, How Do I love Thee? is the title of Elizabeth Browning’s timeless poem. I love reading the poem and here it is:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Before I close this post, here is a video that touched me deeply. It exemplifies what love should be: