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Another family day.

What a lovely Saturday it turned out to be. Nate and I played together. Just  hearing  his unrestrained and loud laughter, seeing the happy smile on his face, listening to  some of his stories about school – priceless moments.

We create  memories.

When he saw the bedroom with new curtains and  freshly changed sheets, he said “Wow“. but that was followed by these words.  “Our bedroom is lovelier”.  Nissa and I just laughed.

While mom, my son-in-law and  Nissa  took an afternoon nap, Nate and I busied ourselves with his  assorted toys.  He brought along his newly bought scooter  and asked me if we could go out.  The sun was hot so we didn’t.

 

There is really no dull moment when I am with Nate.  The day is complete even if we only spent  a few hours playing together.

Nissa brought me several issues of Metro Home magazines which she bought at a book sale two weeks ago.  She bought a pair of each seven editions for both of us. Lovely.

Before they went home, Nate visited the garden.  He loves picking kalamansi,  unfortunately the fruits are still so small.

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I am just happy seeing his face, how happy he is in the picture. The innocence of a child, the spontaneous smile that goes with it.  Precious  moment captured in a photograph.

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I can’t tell you how nice and lovely it is to see my daughter, son-in-law and Nate after almost a month of not seeing each other. We were laughing at Nate while eating lunch, he surely had a big appetite.  There is really no need to feed him like most kids his age. He can hold a fork and spoon so well.

All our attention seemed to be  focused on him always. After lunch, we had a great time letting him read  three-letter words provided by Nissa. Yes, he is starting to read and he is in junior Kindergarten.  I think his teachers teach them phonetics. He has to sound each letter first before saying the right word.  Bravo, I’m impressed. I can’t wait for the day he will start reading a whole sentence or a paragraph even.

Back in my time when I started studying in the province, we didn’t have Nursery or Kindergarten. One has to start directly from Grade 1. Imagine, you only learn to write each letter of the alphabet in the first grade.  I  had a hard time adjusting to high school life when Dad enrolled me in UST.  Having spent my grade school days back home, I could not help but compare the way they taught us in the province. They were more advanced here in the city.

We played ball, made figures out of  the  plastic blocks we have here and  the Lego set he brought  along with him. My goodness, he is more creative than I am when it comes to all those tiny  bricks.  I can’t match the dexterity of his hands. I didn’t grow up with Lego bricks. My cousins and I spent our spare time playing outside, sometimes in the heat of the sun or after dinner.

A little later he joined Mom while the latter was playing solitaire with her old playing cards. Nate said, ” I know how to play cards”. “Really?” I asked. He just smiled.

 

 

Haha, he acted like he really knew the game. But it was just arranging the sequence of the numbers with the same  designs.

We ended up having  two  large boxes of pizza for snacks. Would you believe? Nate finished three slices.

Family day is always the best for me. Hugging  Nate close  and opening his window to say goodbye.  And as always, hearing his “See you later”. 

 

 

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It’s my daughter’s  birthday today. Called her up earlier, she was on leave from work.  Funny how one feels about our kids’ birthdays. I remember the time I gave birth to her after staying in the hospital for more than a month. Almost on my 7th month, I had pre-eclampsia  so I had to be confined at the hospital. During my 8th month, my OB Gyne decided to induce the  birth since there was a fifty-fifty chance for us both to survive. She weighed 3.9 lbs. when she was born and was left at the hospital more than a month  after.  We took her home when she was about 4.1 lbs.

Feeling nostalgic remembering that day we were gifted with a tiny baby. God is so good. It’s been 35 years.

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They came yesterday with the grandson in his pajamas and my daughter said, “he just woke up”. so the first order of the day was, they had breakfast first before he took a bath.

As soon as we had our lunch, he asked  if we could pick kalamansi. He loves to visit the garden and play with our dog Noki but he was afraid of our three kitties.  When he was at play, he kept saying, “I don’t want to go home, I will stay with Nonna”. Nissa and I just smiled. It is a standard dialogue when he is around. He usually takes another bath before they go home and he always ask, “Are we going home after I take a bath? I don’t want to take a bath”.  Haha, the logic of  a four-year old 🙂

They brought with them his new set of Lego toys but he also has a big plastic bag of toys here.

 

He is so creative. He could build  several figures out of the tiny Lego blocks.  I have an hour with him with his ABC and story books.  He always love to sit on my lap and read him fairy tales. Gosh, I’m impressed, he could summarize every story after reading.

 

We were having a snack of Banana bread and Cinnamon rolls when he suddenly blurted out: “Happy birthday Mommy” to Nissa. We just laughed. Her birthday is next month yet.

Then he said, “bye books, bye toys, bye Nonna”.  What a lovely day it was. Family day is always something I really look forward to.  It does not matter  how simply we spend it as long as we are all together.

 

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The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

Perhaps you are familiar with this poem written more than two centuries ago by  an American poet William Ross Wallace in praise of all mothers.

Haven’t we always heard this phrase, “wait till you become a mother yourself and you will appreciate everything that Mom is doing for you”.  This is so true, you can never appreciate enough, love enough, make sacrifices  enough for your mother  until you become one, for motherhood is something not taught in any school but  still you embrace it with gusto, dreaming of a family of your own,  hoping of having smart kids you can be proud of, hoping against hope that even as you grow older, you will  still be strong enough to embrace your grandchildren and share something of what you have learned when you were still young.  Wisdom grows with age, so they say.

Can you still remember the time you cradled your first-born child in your arms? Such a fragile thing, you thought, but you were full of wonder and  you were simply amazed that such a tiny child, with her fist held high in the air, lustily crying her heart out is yours, all yours to take care of and to love?  Can you still remember the times that you had to snatch just an hour or two of sleep because she has to play in the middle of the night and smile that naughty smile while you felt so sleepy thinking that you have a nine to five job to go to the following day? Can you still remember the first time she smiled at you and seemed to recognize your voice, her eyes following you everywhere you go?

I read an article in Reader’s Digest years ago about the wonderful world of the unborn.  She is there listening, learning and very much aware of what is happening in the outside world. Even at an early  stage of pregnancy, the unborn baby’s awareness of the outside world develops rapidly. Amazing, don’t you think? The reason why there is always that instant hush when you hold your crying child is because she recognizes your voice and she has been aware of it when she was still in your womb.  She knows when you are agitated and she knows when you are elated as well.  The closeness that binds a child and a mother is something inexplicable. We call it the wonder of motherhood.

I found this very touching poem from an unknown author and I wish to share it with you:

Your Arms Were Always Open – Anonymous

Mom is always there, whenever you need a friend.

Your arms were always open
when I needed a hug

Your heart understand
when I needed a friend

Your gentle eyes were stern
when I needed a lesson
Your strength and love
guided me and gave me wings
to make me soar….

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I am greeting my mom early for her 88th birthday. It is her birthday tomorrow but we will celebrate it properly when the kids are around this coming Saturday.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be able to reach that ripe old age of 88. She is the youngest of four sisters and the oldest is almost a hundred years old now.  Their generation  is quite different from ours. They were not able to enjoy the age of technology which we call the internet nowadays. I remember though that we used to have that manual Underwood typewriter where Dad typed most of his correspondence at home.  My parents both studied shorthand writing. I was intrigued. When  I was in college, I took up six units of steno but that was all.  I never learned to appreciate shorthand. You need patience and skill to use it.  I don’t know if shorthand subjects are still offered until now. Here’s a picture we had earlier with mom, my eldest brother  Roy and my son Josef. The pinkish color in the background was because of the overhead lighting.

Some say you are totally blessed when you reach  80. The added years are a bonus to one’s age.  Maybe so, but those times are the times you feel your age. Pains and other illness crop up and  you need maintenance medicines for longer life.  They grow a little forgetful. Mom is hard of hearing, oftentimes, I write messages to her so she will understand and will be able to read them.  We don’t get to talk as much as we used to because she always says “I don’t know, I could not hear you“. What she hears are garbled sounds on her right ear. The  left is totally deaf.  Years ago, we bought her hearing aid upon the advice of  an otolaryngologist  but she never adjusted to it. Maybe old age has contributed to her hearing loss.

Happy birthday Mom, we love you. Good health and happiness always.

 

 

 

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