Each of us has a desire to be loved and cared for. It is a great feeling to love someone, more so if that person cares about you in return.
I am grateful for all the love I receive not only from my better half and daughter but from all the people in my life who truly matter. To my parents who are always there to guide and support me, through thick and thin. To my brothers, who maybe in the other City, but continue to make me feel that I always have a family to count on to. To all the members of my family (may it be immediate or extended) and to friends who have been a part of my meaningful life, thank you very much. I care and I love you in return.
This post is to express my love and gratefulness that you all exist in my life. Let’s spread the love on this month of heart! ❤
Love you now and always…
Before, I don’t know how to express my feelings in words. As far as I remember, I don’t often say “I love you” or “Take care” aloud. I guess I thought showing it in action is already enough. However, I have known the importance of it when I met my husband. He is an expressive person. He always says “I love you” whenever he has the chance to. He says the word when we’re sitting on the couch, eating a meal, before going to sleep and right after waking up in the morning. Before, I don’t respond to this statements as often as he says it but eventually, I got used to it, have felt the pleasure of the words and respond with the same words every time I hear it. Now, I always say I love you to my daughter and to my other half as often as I have the chance to. I realized that it greatly adds to the value of how you are feeling towards the person or how much you value the person. If you do show your love and care in action, the words emphasize and confirm it. It eliminates doubts and confusions. It gives that person being addressed an assurance that the things you do, mean the same with the things you said. It also gives the feeling of release and relief for being able to say to the person what you dearly feel about him or her.
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Gillian is 292 days old today and she loves to eat now. She’s eating mostly everything that I prepare for her. Apart from the baby cereals, I also cook milled rice and mix it with different vegetables. At times, I mix it with cooked squash or potato. Her favorite is when I blend it with beaten eggs. She also likes eating banana for dessert. Yes, she’s doing pretty well in using her two teeth.
She’s making baby talks and fond of yelling these days. I think Gillian has a soprano voice because when she yells, it is remarkably high-pitched. When I try to sleep in the morning, I can hear her shrill voice that only her knows what the words are meant. You know, it’s still hard to figure out all the words that she’s trying to make. Sometimes she may seem to say “De, de, de”, when she doesn’t want anything anymore. This may mean “hindi, dili, or no”. This often happens when you try to feed her with milk on a baby bottle, she would shake her head and say “de, de, de”. It is our cue that she doesn’t like it. Gillian prefers solid foods now than her milk. This is a good thing, I guess. It means that she’s growing.
One thing that she likes doing nowadays is our book-reading sessions. When I read to her I must continuously say the words or else she would scream if we will stop it. She likes me to continue reading to her and not stop, not until she gets bored anyway. Honestly, we can finish four books in one reading session. Whew!
I am constantly enjoying being a mom. Especially, being a mother of Gillian. Gillian and I are learning together each day. I – learning to be a more patient and responsible mom, and her – learning anything what she can and is able to grasp at her age.
I wonder when I can hear from her the perfect word for “mama”. It may be one of the best feelings in the world. 🙂
I’m missing you so much. The memories seem like yesterday and the dreams appear to be so real. I know you’ll be happier up there but it just hurt sometimes knowing that I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye. I’m sorry I haven’t known that you would go sooner. Please don’t think that I didn’t love you. You were in my heart and you always will be. I promise that your grandchildren and great grandchildren will know about you and your stories. Each day you are still here, you are always be a part of my life. You will never be forgotten, I promise. Be at peace now my Lola. ‘Till we meet again.
Working in the call center can be very stressing at times, especially if you’re on the night shift. You have to fight closing your eyes to sleep and to keep from looking at the clock every now and then. Most of all, you have to keep a straight head when talking to the customer, for the entire eight hours of your shift. As a mom of seven months old baby, it’s even harder. It’s impossible to get a full six or eight hours of undisturbed sleep, especially when you are trying to do this during the day. Add the fact that Gillian needs care and attention a lot. Although we have my mom to help out in taking care of Gillian, there are still times that she would need a warm cuddle from her own mother. She would cry for no apparent reason until I hold her and amuse her with a soothing hush of “I love you” or with my childish singing voice. Thanks for all those nursery rhyme songs I’ve learned from childhood, they really came in handy. This situation may sound enduring but this is not always the case. The joy of being a mom makes up for all the sleepless and stressful days. I could trade a couple of hours of rest for my daughter’s first smile, first word, first book-reading and all the first’s, second’s, third’s and onward actions of her life. I may get off from work tired and sleepy but thinking of going home to Gillian is my shot of caffeine. I’m always looking forward to go home to a little funny smile, to a baby mumble which is almost a word for “mama” or to a crying child which can simply be pacified by my hug and voice. It is truly an unsurpassed gift to be a mother.
Gillian came to me as a blessing and I’m too grateful that she has a loving father as well. I may not be there in every events of her life but I will make sure to love, support and guide her all the way always, now and beyond.
“I love you, Gillian.”
I believe that human was created to be simple. What we need to live a decent life is to have something to do, someplace to live, some food to eat and someone to love. Yes, the simple necessities in life. I remember those days when my late Lola (grandma) and I were visiting her sister’s family along the riverside of Silay City (Neg. Occ., Philippines). They used to cook with firewood piled neatly in a stone circle. The fire woods were gathered from the twigs of the trees surrounding the little town. As a child, I really enjoyed gathering these woods with my cousins. We would go around picking up these dried sticks and after loading a handful, we would put them beside the fireplace which to be used by my Lola for cooking. We would then go down to the river and soaked our tiny bodies in the water. My cousins have always enjoyed jumping and diving while I satisfied myself sitting and splashing along the shore watching them. You know, I am afraid to go deeper since I don’t know how to swim, unfortunately, until now. This amusement would go on until my Lola would call us for lunch. Lunch would usually consist of “uga” (dried fish) or tinabal (smashed fish with vinegar and salt) and laswa (a local vegetable soup). This combo meal, when eating with a huge number of relatives, is my all-time favorite. Nothing can top the taste of it while eating by hand. This only made special by the fact that my older cousins did the fishing and the vegetables were from my Lola’s homegrown yard. Yes, vegetable garden can be seen in every neighbor’s backyard, while across the street, you could find a thousand hectares of sugarcane farm. This is our place of dessert, we would march up across the street and would choose the plumpest cane. We would peel the husk by our bare teeth, gnaw the stalk, and sip the sweet juice down until there was no drop left on it. There would also be chances that we do carabao-back-riding, this was on rare occasions when our Uncle’s animal farm was not tired enough from the farm’s work. I remembered my first carabao ride, I put a cloth on it so not to feel its rough hairy back. I also remembered that I was having so much fun riding. Then if we felt hot from playing under the scorching heat of the sun, we would go back again to the river, splashing in the water until sun down. Our good night sleep will be joined by the blackbird squeaking or the gecko clicking. I used to be frightened by the bird’s sound on my first few visits on the farm. Later, the sound became a pleasurable music that lulled me to sleep, dreaming of the morning to come and wanting to do the same cycle of events all over again.
It’s one of the pleasant memories of my childhood. A simple life worth living for, again and again. No complications, no conditions.
I miss you Lola.