Morning walks with Dad

The story goes like this…

Daddy was a cross country runner in his youth. He is now a long-distance walker. It’s part of his lifestyle to stay healthy. He walks at least six miles on weekdays. He wakes up at 4 a.m. and leaves the house at 4:30 a.m. He’s back around 6.30 a.m.; enough time to rest, shower, and then cook breakfast. This has been a four-year-old routine. I truly admire his discipline and dedication. 

Three weeks ago, Nicholas approached me and said that he’d very much like to join his Dad’s early morning walks. But he wasn’t sure if Daddy will agree because morning walks serve as Daddy’s “me time.” I told Daddy about it but we didn’t tell Nicholas that Daddy knew as we waited for him to muster the courage to ask his Dad.

LAST week, on a Sunday, he finally did it.Continue reading“Morning walks with Dad”

The Olympics and this family

I was named after a tennis player but I was never much of an athlete.

I dabbled at badminton and volleyball during my elementary years but it was clear that while I love sports, the feeling was not mutual. I remained a sports fan though. I preferred watching the PBA (Philippine Basketball Association) league over the teleseryes (soap operas). I was a solid San Miguel Beer fan. Ginebra and Alaska came in second and third on my list.Continue reading“The Olympics and this family”

Embracing full-time homeschooling

This is my season of humblebrag so allow this proud mother to unravel after enduring a school year filled with tears, screams, and laughter.

The twins bid Grade 2 goodbye with the report cards below. Teacher Marycrist has been helpful in their learning journey during this pandemic. It has been a crazy year for me. But I can honestly say that Nick and Toni have learned so much this year compared to the two years that they were enrolled in a private school. Continue reading“Embracing full-time homeschooling”

Warrior Mommy: Battling depression, modules, chismosas in a pandemic

Dear Cris Evert, 

You waited for the sun to set so you can finally say that the school year ended. 

You imagined this day, July 10, to close with you on a stage surrounded by parents and children alike clapping and cheering as multi-colored asterisks of fireworks burst on the night sky. 

“You did it! You did it!” screamed the faceless crowd in your fantasy, sounding like Dora the Explorer alongside her best buddy, Boots. 

The buffet table is filled with your favorites: the slow-cooked humba with its fats jiggling like jello; thousands of lumpia rolled and fried to perfection;  the one-dish meal bam-i with slivers of meat and chicken liver; and the charcoal-roasted lechon, its skin crispy and golden brown ready for a horde of visitors to rip its luscious body apart. 

Endless taps on the shoulders, handshakes, nods, and smiles came your way as you tried your best to look and sound humble. 

Continue reading“Warrior Mommy: Battling depression, modules, chismosas in a pandemic”

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