I wrote many of these words on a Friday night. September 11. It’s a sad time. Joy left the house today, September 12, to go home to Leyte. I decided not to publish this immediately out of respect to Ate Joy. I also didn’t want to jinx her boat’s schedule …
Motherhood is an oxymoron. It makes you happy tired. The moment those babies start popping, there’s no turning back.
Every day, I get headaches from all the mess in the house. The sound pressure my voice becomes noise from my speeches about putting back toys to its proper places, arranging books, and sweeping the floor.Continue reading“Motherhood and the guinea pig tread wheel”
This is an adorable experience that happened on September 1, Tuesday. It has all the elements of our little Jeffrey/JJ in it: curious, sweet, loving, innocent.
We limit screen time in our family to two hours per day. This means that there is a designated period for it. For our children, 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. is “movie time.”
There are so many reasons why I feel that life is unfair.
I cannot list down all the details. I am not strong enough to write them down just yet. Maybe in the future, when I am stronger enough to share them.
I know I am not alone in this; we’ve all been through it. The dark days, the times when you feel betrayed, the moment when you feel that your worth is judged by your mistakes.
I was traveling around China and Hong Kong for 10 days when I felt that way.
I was not in my best mental and emotional state.
It helped that I was visiting places that were both familiar and new to me. In Shanghai, I revisited Fudan University, where I spent hours studying Chinese and learning how to live life abroad. In Zhangjiajie, I went on a nature trip and walked on a 4,700-feet high glass skywalk. In Guangzhou, I enjoyed a cup of coffee at the Garden Hotel, the very place where my twin children learned how to walk and run. In Hong Kong, I revisited the place where Jeff and I decided to commit to each other seven years ago.Continue reading“Straighten your crown”
Some mothers appear to have figured out everything.
Because social media is a curated version of every person’s life, the pages and accounts of these mothers are filled with positive, energy-boosting, utopian posts of an ideal Mom; the kind who seems to have time for every single milestone or development in her child’s life.Continue reading“Stability and variety: Why there is no such a thing as striking a balance”