Month: August 2011

An open space does not guarantee a smoking area

Lately, I find myself being passionate about a lot of things and among them is asserting some of my rights. I try to teach my children the same thing and I demonstrated this yesterday by telling the man who sat next to us in the park that his smoke was bothering us. But the man only arrogantly retorted, “Open space ‘to, Ate (This is an open space, Miss),” as he pointed to the sky with his hand holding a cigarette. So this was what I told him in reply: “Yes this is an open space, but it is also a PUBLIC PLACE. This is a PARK, and there are CHILDREN here.” I pointed to the children around me, including my own, as I was so convinced that this man was not only undisciplined and insensitive, but may also have a poor eyesight since he did not seem to notice his surroundings, including the children near him. I waited for him and his girlfriend to say another word, but the latter only motioned to her companion …

Things I miss about my mother

“Happy 72nd birthday, Nanay!” It felt a little awkward for me to see those words written on the birthday cake my eldest brother bought for our late mother. (Even though she’s no longer around, we still continue to celebrate her birthday.) I wanted to see a candle too, and the celebrant blowing that lighted candle. But neither was present. Sometimes I wonder if there will ever come a time when I would no longer miss my mother and forget her features, her mannerisms, the sound of her voice, and everything else that I know about her. Not that I hated my mother, but I am very curious how some people seem to live as if they never had a mother. In my case, there’s not a single day that I have not thought of my mama–be it voluntarily or not. Lately, I have been musing about what I should have said when I was asked–impromptu–at her funeral about the things that I would miss about her. I said a lot of things then, but nothing …

Sisters

I don’t normally pass on stories or letters that I receive via email, but I am recently realizing the value of this one so I thought I’d share it. (This is supposed to be a chain letter, sent to me by my friend Mitch. I have copied it verbatim without knowledge of its real author’s name.) It’s up to you if you would also pass it on… A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. “Don’t forget your sisters,’ she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass.  ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need sisters. Remember to go places …