I read something beautiful worth sharing today… I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess. —Martin Luther We experience this with varying degrees, some with greater surrender, but it is a constant beacon, a strong foundation, an unrelenting pillar despite our understanding and definition of Goodness. It is a challenge to accept, believe, confirm, and trust that our loss does not compare to the knowledge of knowing Jesus.
I’m gonna go ahead and maximize on the use of substitution to get across a very funny conversation I had with Zi without being too obscene. I’m gonna need my readers to have a really good imagination as to what “Oh Lord, Really? Why?!” is…so go ahead and take some time to ponder what that is for a bit. Zi: Mama, do you still have a “Oh Lord, Really? why?!” ? Me: ummm…what the, why?? Zi: Because Lola said that when you get older, you lose your “Oh Lord, Really? Why?!” . Me: What in the world?! Zi: Does Lola still have her “Oh Lord, Really? Why?!” ?? Me: According to Lola, no. ———— Thanks for coming, folks! Until next time.
Morning conversation with my 4 year old:Me: You know that Sailor Moon is the mom of Mini Moon?Zi: Yes, that’s because Sailor Moon is Queen Serenity. Me: How did you know that?Zi: It’s super easy if you just watch the show. You should watch this show. It’s really good.Me: Are you competing for world’s cutest kid right now?Zi: Yes.Me: What place are you in?Zi: Kinde-ga-ten.
HAPPY 11TH YEAR TWELVESIXTEEN!! Oh, the footsteps we left behind leading to this. Looking back with fondness, but savoring every second of the present, knowing you’ll be holding my hand and heart for every tomorrow. I can’t believe we’re at our eleventh year, with three beautiful and brilliant girls tugging at our sides, melodiously calling us tatay and mamam. We didn’t start out with much, but we moved in faith. Thank you for always being by my side cheering me on, holding me accountable, accepting me (even in my dark side). I love you with immeasurable fervor.
It’s another winter. And it’s that time when the seasons, particularly the Christmas season that calls you to meditate on the fleeting moments, they year almost finished. Then I have the stark realization that another year has passed. This is my last year of having a baby. Years will progress and I will never know the feeling of caressing baby skin, smelling my baby’s breath, and seeing their bright wonder of every little thing. Their baby hugs will grow and become harder, and their tender innocent voices, more stern. No more smushy cheeks and having a baby snuggle perfectly in the nook of my hug when we sleep. Looking around our office, I see medals and trophies already, realizing that my oldest has already made achievements. I see three violins, conveying their musical potential and how we are now in the middle of dreams and not just at their commencement. I see Perze’s business cards that I’ve proudly framed, showing his journey from humble beginnings, to now presigious companies who seek after him. And then there’s me, cheering them on. Putting myself aside for a while. And I gladly do it. Sometimes, I struggle with it because of what I […]
Elle, you’re 15 months now. Your comprehension is so impressive, understanding commands and actually following through certain requests such as getting your diaper, throwing out something in the trash, not going up the stairs, singing, getting your shoes, giving something to someone, going to your room, even walking instead of running, and when someone asks you to bless, you’ll bless. Every night, when your dad comes home, you follow your sisters and know to bless your dad. You kiss when we ask for kisses. You also communicate when you don’t want to eat or drink anymore; you say, “i’m done.” You make it so much easier, and ALL the time, you talk to us with your own language, with sentences that you think we understand. You use your fingers a lot to point to what you want or where you want to go, or to point to something when you say its.; name. You know about 30 words. ate, tatay, de-de, mama, lola, thank you, hi, hello, bye, i’m sorry, ball, dirty, kitty, doggie, bird, throw, up, down, Barney, DaiDai, rice, I’m Done, Ready, one-two-three, again, birthday, cookie, book, shoes, eye, fish … You also try to sing along songs, […]
This morning, while at the bus stop waiting for Emma’s bus, I shared this video with her. Brave by Sarah Bareilles Right before she boarded the bus, I reminded her to be brave, to practice using her voice and not be scared what other people might have to say about who she is. I think it’s difficult raising strong girls these days- teaching them how to take care of a future family while teaching them they can also be good at science, math, physics. Teaching them to be “meek” without being timid or silent. So, I guess, “brave” is a good word.