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”

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. 

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Dinosaurs, divine intervention, and gypsies: Our theories on the origin of language

I’m in a perpetual juggling mode. 

I’m still in graduate school while serving as my children’s teacher given the modular platform of learning that they are currently enrolled in. 

So when I work on my learning tasks in school, I often involve my children in the process. 

One of my learning task was to create a theory on the origin of language. Our class was instructed to be creative. 

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Tuesday Tale of the Tired and Fried Mother

It’s 11:46 a.m. on a Tuesday, October 6. I just told the twins to take a break because the last activity for the Mother Tongue (Sinugbuanong Binisaya language) subject is a bust. 

I’m tired and I’m close to being fried.

I seriously feel like I’m this huge chunk of meat that has been marinated and breaded, ready to be submerged in a vat of boiling oil. 

Yesterday, October 5, the first day of school was great! We tackled English and Math and we were done before the rice cooker flashed the red light on top of the “warm” sign. 

Today is another story. Continue reading“Tuesday Tale of the Tired and Fried Mother”

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