Posted in family, family life, Happiness, journeys, life in the neighborhood, tagged family, family life, journeys, life, reflections, silence speaks, thoughts on December 7, 2016 |
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There comes a point in one’s life when it all goes down to reminiscing, remembering the past and some golden dreams.
Those times when your kids were just babies and you were learning how to change diapers and make “hele-hele” while singing out of tune and discovering to your delight that you could compose a particular tune right there, waiting for them to close their eyes and sleep.
Those times when you went up the stage every end of the school year to accompany your kids to receive recognition awards and medals. You were so proud that they were so responsible in their studies.
That one particular afternoon when one of your daughter’s professors called you up over the phone just to say that deliberation was over and that your daughter will be graduating Magna Cum Laude. You cried and jumped in joyful thanksgiving that she made it to that much coveted Latin honors.
The first time they shared their paychecks with you and said “let’s go out and celebrate Ma”. Music to your ears. And the following days when they would just say, “let us do the grocery shopping Ma, just make a list of the things you need”. Those days when you would watch movies together or just stay at home doing a marathon of Prison Break until 3am. Those times playing couch potato with your daughter while waiting for her final interview for a new job, watching Korean movies on DVD. Can’t forget the laughter and the crying sessions we had together.
The day that your daughter got married and you were happy and at the same time sad that she’ll be residing in another place and you won’t get to see her every day. Her excited voice saying “are you ready to be a grandma?” a few months later and you were so excited you can’t wait. You were just as excited seeing a sonogram a few months after.
The joys of finally seeing your grandson and discovering that you like the sound of being a Nonna. The days in between, the happy days of discovery while your grandson is growing up to be a smart, intelligent and a loving young boy. The phone calls when you can’t see each other, the hi and hello, the how are you, the I miss you, the shouts of joy saying “I love you Nonna” and you shouting back saying “I love you too baby”. The excitement in your daughter’s voice while sharing a copy of your grandson’s report card in Nursery school. He is doing pretty well with very good and excellent grades.
The simple joys of family life sharing meals together, eating out together, sharing stories, fun moments playing with the grandson. They are priceless moments indeed.
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Posted in blessings, family, family life, journeys, Nate, photography, tagged family life, journeys, life, Nate, on growing up, photography on September 12, 2016 |
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I love photos that tell a story. Sure you can just admire one particular shot but that is all there is to it. A garden fills the senses, a lovely bloom makes you admire nature, a lovely rainbow makes you wonder about the beauty of creation.
Two years ago, I blogged about Nissa’s photo of Nate and his dad which she posted on Instagram. He was a little more than a year old, just learned how to walk and balance himself while walking. Yesterday, Nissa took another shot of the two of them. What a difference two and a half years make!
Grow tall little man.
He greeted me a happy grandmother’s day yesterday. When he is being playful, he would say, “I love you Mommy, I love you Mama” repeating the words several times instead of saying Nonna. Our baby is now a big boy🙂
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Posted in blessings, family, family life, guilty pleasures, I love weekends, photography, writing, tagged family life, guilty pleasures, I love weekends, journal-writing, journals, photography on August 27, 2016 |
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I seldom post family pictures here but I can’t pass this up. Today is a lovely family day. We played blocks, I just wonder if the adults enjoyed it more than Nate. Mom was so amazed that Nate talks non-stop but when he is doing something like building blocks, he is so serious. There are shouts of laughter in between of course.
When you are blessed and lucky enough to have a loving and thoughtful daughter….your heart shouts with joy.
No special occasion but what a lovely surprise, a personalized journal with our photos on the cover. I love collecting journals and this one is so beautiful.Thank you so much Nissa. I love, love it.
Nonna and Nate at the garden. An afternoon of fun and laughter.
I remember this. Nate was thrilled blowing a spare candle on his birthday cake. I love the message too: ” Write until it becomes as natural as breathing”.
Haha :) Nate’s favorite during birthdays…making a wish The two of us.
Come again, wacky shots? I don’t know how. Family is forever.
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Posted in family, family life, journeys, life, photography, tagged family life, I love Sundays, journeys, life, life with mom, photography, thoughts on August 21, 2016 |
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For the past three weeks, Mom has been attending Sunday masses on TV. She finds it hard to walk when it is raining and the streets are slippery when wet. Sometimes, she drags her feet when she walks. This morning though, I asked her to go with us to attend the Sunday mass at the nearby parish , a five-minute tricycle ride from our place. The weather is just right, nary a sunshine in view but it is windy.
Sometimes she complains that she finds it hard to breathe so my brother has to accompany her to her internist for another check-up. She underwent an ECG and was prescribed a blood thinner which she has to take for a month on top of her other medications and maintenance. I explained to her not to focus too much on what she feels, that is so stressful. She always tells me that what she does here is “sleep and eat”. I told her to take a rest while she is here with us. I know, she sometimes forgets that when you are getting old, the aches and pains are more pronounced.
She used to avoid having her photo taken but that has changed in the last few days. I always tell her that I’ll send her pics to my youngest brother whom she hasn’t seen for so long because the family is based in Tulsa. She is amazed at the number of photos kept in my gallery mostly shots of flowers, food and Nate with the latter having the most of it.
Mom at 87….
The wrinkles and gray hair speak of life’s journey, the number of lessons learned along the way and wisdom’s highlights too. Some people always say that when you reach the age of 80, you are so blessed and beyond that, everything is a bonus. Maybe that is true in a way because life nowadays is so stressful. My mom is the youngest among four girls so you can just imagine, the eldest is now around 95 or older.
Sometimes I wonder, are we luckier than their generation because we are surrounded by gadgets and things that make life easier? Mom never learned to use a cellphone except to shout over the phone (she is hard of hearing so she has a tendency to make her voice louder) to us and say, “kumusta“? She never learned the use of computer but she knew how to use a typewriter, not the one-finger touch system but all fingers locked into their proper places on top of the keyboard. Sometimes, I wonder what she is thinking while deftly playing solitaire every afternoon before watching the three-o’clock news. She depends on the news tickers because she could not understand the newscast. Oh but she enjoys a good movie on CinemaOne and always waits for Maalaala Mo Kaya every Saturday night. She shouts with Luis Manzano’s audience on Minute to Win It every afternoon. Come to think of it, she is more updated with the news than I am.
She always asks why some people do not want to bury Marcos at Libingan followed by a question of why there are so many people dying on the streets. Let me see…it is hard to explain, can you?
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Posted in family, family life, guilty pleasures, I love weekends, journeys, Nate, tagged family life, I love weekends, life, Nate, Our baby Nate on July 23, 2016 |
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He asked, “are ghouls baby ghosts Nonna?” I answered “they’re not.” So he went back to his mommy and ninong and shouted, “ghouls are mother ghosts”. I think they didn’t hear him because they were busy talking.
I asked him how many stars he received in school. He pointed to his wrist and counted….eight, nine, ten. Then he laughed, a typical Nate laugh, what a joy to hear it 🙂
He saw our candy jar in a corner and asked if he could have one so I told him that’s a cherry menthol candy. He looked at me probably thinking about that “menthol” taste then he said, “I’ll give it to Mommy”. Wise kid.
It was another lovely day spent with Nate.
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I’d like to borrow this quote from Anne Geddes which I think is a perfect description of what a father should be.
Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.
Just saw this in one of my notes at Facebook early this morning. I know I posted this here somewhere but I can’t remember the exact date I published it. I usually blog about him during his birthday and birth anniversary. We lost him one December night back in 2007. We will be celebrating Father’s Day this coming Sunday.
I am reposting a blog I wrote eight years ago barely a year after we lost Dad. I can still remember I was crying while writing this little tribute to him. Good memories will always linger in one’s heart. Treasuring the times that he showed us how much we were loved. I wrote this on a Father’s Day too.
Yesterday, on my way back to Manila from Pangasinan, I brought home the Kodak Easy Share digital picture frame which contains more than a hundred pictures of dad when he was still alive. My brother painstakingly collated every picture he has in his own album and uploaded it. It’s only more than six months now since we lost him but when I watched and viewed the pictures once again, it seems as if he is never gone. Some pictures have captured him vividly – a few months after he retired, his daily routine there in the province with mom, his joys in seeing his grandchildren in every important occasion that we had, his delight in meeting old friends and contemporaries, and always, his ever ready smile for everyone. It made me miss him all the more.
I am the only girl in a family of three boys so you could say, I am Daddy’s girl through and through. I’ve always found it easier sharing everything with Dad,be it simple things like the news headlines, how to plant and take care of a vegetable garden,how to fix things at home when the hubby is not around and yes, how to throw a ball in one of our rare baseball games in the province. One thing I could never forget though were his stories on how he struggled as a teenager to find work so he could finance his studies. He worked for thirty-one years in UST and that pretty much influenced all of us (his four children) to study there and embraced a true Thomasian education. He taught all of us the value of hard work and the value of always treating other people with respect.
It was through him that I learned the basic skills of cooking and he was the one who taught me how to make an estimate when it comes to preparing dishes for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. I must say, dads really come in handy when they are in the kitchen. For him, it was “hands-on” all the way. He will just watch you if you are doing it right or not and who would not learn from that? I think guys do cook better, there are more guy chefs that I know and heard of. Or maybe, they do love to eat that is why they are more successful in the kitchen.
I was envious of his skills in playing the guitar together with my uncle (his brother) who used to play the violin. One thing vivid in my mind was when we were still young and televisions were not yet in fashion, nights were spent listening to him playing the guitar accompanied by his best friend in our neighborhood who played the ukelele. He even composed a song or two in our vernacular language. Those were the days, quiet ones seeing the other side of my father.
Dad was a disciplinarian but he was never strict with us. He would always say,”you know what is right or wrong, follow what your conscience tells you”. Learn from your mistakes, such familiar words that have shaped my view of things. Yes, I do remember one thing that he always reminds us,”you carve your own destiny”. That was my dad, the ever practical but ever-loving one.
I miss you Dad…..happy, happy Father’s day!
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