All posts tagged: children

Letter to our sons

A Wordpress Writing 101 writing challenge that made me face the reality that I may never really have a son


Unwanted: last minute changes

Summer vacation’s over and just when I thought things were doing great, I find myself faced with a huge challenge that I could certainly do without. It was early Monday morning this week when I was awaken by a series of text messages from my younger daughter’s school, saying that their class schedule had changed from morning to afternoon. My reaction? I literally freaked out. I started crying out of sheer disappointment and anger. (Okay, so that makes me a drama princess, I guess.) I sent the school’s assistant directress an impassioned message in response, explaining how unhappy I was that they had to change their decision at the last minute, and explained in detail why the new schedule would not work with our unique family setup, especially for a stay-at-home mom like myself without a helper and relies on public transportation to get to one place from anouther. Not to mention that I do not only have one child but two, and their class schedules are simply opposite. This may seem such a small feat, but at that …

My Alina (and my first childbirth experience)

At exactly eight years ago, 16 October 2003, 1 AM, I  experienced labor pains for the first time as I laid down next to a fetal monitor in a dimly lit room at a new hospital in Alabang, Muntinlupa City. The pains had just started then–two hours after my water bag broke while I was sleeping–and regardless of my resolve to go through it bravely and with as little help as possible from anyone, I was already writhing in pain by 3AM, begging for the anaesthesia that I had sworn to avoid. And I thought that I could do it all naturally since I considered myself well prepared for it–I religiously exercised, read everything I could that would help me cope with the situation, and I was very careful with the kind as well as amount of food I ate. I guess in the end the fact remained: my threshold for pain was simply low no matter how much I willed it to be otherwise. Looking back, it’s amazing how I survived the night. The pain seemed vent on killing me, yet it would not do so. I tried to counter the labor pains …

Being a mom and playing mom

The past two to three months had been the busiest months for me although not necessarily the most productive. I started working from home on a full-time basis and even received an income that was higher than I used to have when I was working outside of home. I loved my job, but as much as I hate to admit it,  that same job had cost me a lot. Way too much, in fact. I had less (quality) time with my children, I had to drop one of my graduate courses, I was always late in my submission of requirements in my remaining class, even my daughter’s grades were affected, and my children and I had become sickly. I am first and foremost a m-o-t-h-e-r. I always try to remind myself of this when I start to get busy, when I start to work only for money. Indeed, as much as my family needed the extra income, I should never forget my duties to my family, especially to my children whose father is away. With my …