Motherhood

My memories of makeup tattoo would be the grandmothers and mothers with green eyebrows and garish blue eyeliners that would always distract me in a conversation. There are just some things you don’t do to your face. Tattoos are one of them – or so I thought. I love putting on make up. I loved enhancing my features when...

I was reading entries done by the CSU students on blogster with Rumi in their minds. I decided to look up the poem on “Love is Reckless ”  and ended up writing this letter instead…. Dear Papa, When my days would get busy and events start happening almost at the same time, I often looked forward to our lazy Sundays when I...

During our retreats in high school,we were made to answer questions. According to my parents, it is but normal to have questions since we were at a point when we should be deciding what our roles in life would be. Mainly.. what to take in college. Whatever we did take in college was supposed to ‘set us up’ for the...

Children grow up so fast. I know – when they’re whiny and all, you can’t wait for them to grow up so you can talk sense into them. But when you step back and watch them, engrossed in their own world of wonder, you gasp and wish you could tell time to slow down. You want to hold them and listen to their laughter...

This is not a how-to. This is a lesson I learned as I grew up. I lived in a household where 10-year-old mistakes are brought up everytime there’s an argument. It never ends. My mother kept on bringing up the past – why? Because according to her, she may forgive but she never forgets. She also makes sure that you never...

Perhaps it was after my father’s death this May that I came to cherish each moment I have with my family. I have become a bit sensitive to my own memories such that when I was having a quiet dinner with my son -‘Just hanging around and having a pizza dinner’, that I found myself having a nostalgic moment. A young couple...

I am still trying to teach my son part of the list. I realized that parenthood, which is the same as student-hood and saint-hood is a lifelong process. Personality goes a long way. Walk on the outside (closer to the street) of your female companion. Cooking, cleaning, laundry and taking care of kids are things men...

Did you ever fall in love when you were a teenager? Did you have a secret boyfriend because you couldn’t let your parents know about it? Do you remember how it started? Do you remember how it ended? In fact, did it ever “end” at all? All I know is that it made me so giddy, that I kept a memorabilia of his first gift to...

A familiar scene happened earlier: Girl Teenager: Mom, why don’t you want me to have a boyfriend? Parent: Cause you’re too young, you’ll meet a lot of guys while you grow up and use your time to finish your studies not finding a mate. Girl Teenager: 11 years old is young, 15 years old is not. 8 years old is too young, 15...

A mother died today. I couldn’t call her Auntie or Tita. She was my best friend’s mother and mentor. In a way she was my mother too. When I was in high school, I’d often hang out at my friends’ house before going home. I’d do my homework and projects at their place. If I could only not go home, I’d do that. My father...

When I was in grade school I hated my lunch. It was a single hotdog on 2 cups of rice, squished in a Sanrio plastic lunch container. By mid noon, the rice would be cold, tough and the hotdog in the middle would taste boiled. I had a nanny who dutifully prepared my meals which consisted of either a drumstick or a...

Mothers–there’s just nothing like them on the face of the earth. I am one. I am not saying am a good one because that is something that only time can tell. I realized that one DOES have to be a mother to know how it is like. You don’t have to give birth to be a mother. Time comes when you start caring for somebody...

[quiet knock on the door] “Mama, I need your help,” my son whispered. I opened the door to see him wearing my bra. He was turning red with every minute that passed. “I can’t unhook your bra.” “WHY? ARE YOU WEARING MY BRA?!” I asked, half angry, half amused. “I wanted to see how it feels. I don’t understand how you guys...

The older we get, the more we hang on to what was or what used to be. I noticed that only the older people and parents insist on spending Sundays with family. Here you find parents hovering around kids who spend the afternoons watching movies, playing computer/tv games and napping. Kids would always want to do...

I dreaded having a teenager in the house. Those eyes that roll with each interjection, automatic objections, daily complaints – and that’s just coming from me. Before, morning kisses would go, “I love you too, take care!” Now it’s, “Ouch, please shave.” I’d pause and  raise my voice slightly, “Now!” Tomorrow,...