You’ll be born into this world within the next few weeks. And while I would love to have you wake up to a place as warm and problem-free as my womb, mommy can’t promise anything –- Philippinepoliticsbeingthewayitis. Ooops, sorry, I digress. At this point, all I can do is make known my wishes for you (kinda like what the 3 fairies did for Sleeping Beauty) –- my sweet precious daughter.
For daddy’s benefit, I hope you grow up sugary sweet and loving. I hope would hug him before he leaves for and comes home from work. I hope you will fetch his slippers for him and do whatever “suck-up” (not necessarily a bad thing) daughters do -- you’re dad would really love that. I hope you will learn how to cook Bicolano food that Lola Lina makes (and your father loves) –- it would make up for your mom’s lack of culinary interest. I hope your future boyfriends won’t be too tall. I hope you will like watching basketball.
For mommy’s sake: I hope you will never tolerate any abuse from your brothers -– knowledge of the difference in your anatomies will come in handy one day. I hope you will never play on the fact that you’re the youngest and should be treated “special” for it (mommy is a middle child and has deep-set issues with that). I hope you won’t be a fru-fru girly-girl –- it would really break me heart if you don’t like getting dirty once in a while. I hope you will grow up knowing that you are beautiful just the way you are (although it would be great if you don’t inherit my ankles). I hope you will love books. Beyond getting good grades, I hope you will love learning. I hope you will have a grand imagination –- and the courage to express it. I hope you will be gifted with wisdom beyond your years. I hope you will be smart with money. I hope you will have a deep, personal relationship with God.
I have soo many fine points to talk to you about -– this is but the “blog” version. ‘Looking forward to a lifetime of going through each and every one.
Love,
Mama
Disclaimer: Your parents aren’t perfect. So while we will try to raise you the best we can, screw ups can happen. And sorry, it’s not likely that you can sue us for them.
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8.26.2003
IMAGINE
Imagine having a twenty pound mass on your belly for say . . . three months. It makes your back ache and cuts circulation to your legs when you stay on your feet for more than thirty minutes.
Imagine trying to get some sleep but can’t do so on your back because the weight on your tummy won’t let you breathe right. So you try sleeping on your side –- but after staying in that position for an hour or so, you lose all feeling in your fingers.
Imagine hearing funny creaking sounds when you walk –- that come from either the strained wooden floor boards or your aching hip joints.
Imagine your feet swelling to ginger-like things which look really creepy, especially after a French pedicure.
Imagine a time when the most challenging part of your day is getting into your underwear under five minutes.
That's right -- imagine all of that the next time you and your husband/partner decide to get frisky without birth control.
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8.15.2003
A DAY IN MY LIFE
I would never have guessed that staying at home all day just waiting for my tummy to pop can be so . . . uneventful.
Over the last few days, while my husband is at work and kids are in school, I’ve been thinking about stuff to blog about. I decided against developing these though, as I still don’t want to admit to myself that I truly do not have much else to do or think about recently:
- How I Spent an Hour Folding Used Plastic Grocery Bags – And Enjoyed It.
- How Pregnancy-Related Water Retention is Entertaining.
- The Futility of Dusting.
- The Joys of Vacuum Sealing Popcorn.
- The Long-term Benefits of Getting up at 11 am.
The highlight of my morning is scolding the garbage collection guys about putting our trash can back in the proper place. How intense is that?
My world is set right only by midday when my boys come home – when the kids beat each other up over what Playstation game to play and my husband starts messing up the bathroom. Aaah, once again, I have true purpose.
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8.08.2003
FREEDOM
I have good and bad news.
The bad news is I will never write another Corporate Slave Log. The good news is, very soon, I will no longer be a slave – and will never be one again.
After eons of bitching about things I have no control over and dreaming of being somewhere else and of doing something true to what my heart wants, fate and circumstance have decided to give me what I covet most –- a nice, fat early retirement package for my years of servitude and the youth to enjoy it.
I’m on maternity leave already (but I haven’t given birth yet) and by the 31st of October, I will officially be a bum. Yes, folks -- a bum! I figured I could definitely enjoy being a burden to my husband for a few months. I started working straight out of college and have never had a vacation longer than two months; so having so much time on my hands is appealing yet alien to me. Question is how long I could suppress the obsessive-compulsive Alpha chick in me.
While I ponder on what to do with the rest of my life, I am currently enjoying my husband, my boys, my unborn baby girl (yep, finally gave in and found out) and my little projects at home. Whoa –- am I on the road to being domesticated? Cool.
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