HAPPY KIDS’ CHRISTMAS

♫♪ Let’s sing Merry Christmas and a happy Holiday, the season may we never forget the love we have for Jesus. Let him be the one to guide us as another new year starts and may the spirit of Christmas be always in our hearts ♪♫

 

Napangiti ako nang narinig ko ang kantang ito sa mga bata kanina. Ito kasi ang pambansang kanta ng PIlipinas tuwing magpapasko kasi paborito ito ng mga bata tuwing mangangaroling. Aaminin kong ito rin ang kantang kinakanta ko nang paulit-ulit noong bata pa ako. Hehe.

Actually I had a very colorful Christmas when I was a kid.

Akala niyo ba hindi uso ang pangangaroling sa akin? Nagkakamali kayo. Sa sobrang lakas ng loob ko kahit hindi naman tumutugma ang boses ko sa instrumento nangaroling pa rin ako! Kasama ko ang tatlo kong kapatid at mga kaibigan. Ang kadalasang ginagamit kong pang-tugtog eh yung walang laman na lata ng Nido! Yun ang drums ko! Hehe! Minsan naman nagpapapitpit ako kay Tatay ng serbesa at olala! Instant tambourine na! Pagkatapos ng caroling period paghahati hatian namin ang benta at iipunin pandagdag sa pambili ng bagong laruan. ^___^

Tapos kapag may regalo si Mama para sa mga inaanak niya, hindi pa man nagpapasko wala na ang mga ito. Siyempre nasa amin na. Haha! Nagmamakaawa kami palagi na sa amin na lang, huwag na lang ibigay sa mga Ate at Kuya namin na inaanak niya. Siyempre bilang Nanay hindi siya nakatiis binigay na lang sa amin. Haha! Kapag malapit na ang pasko nag shoshopping kami sa Novo. Oo sa Novo, isang cheap department store pero para sa akin sosyal na yun. Bata kasi kaya wala akong pakialam kung magarang department store o hindi, basta ang mahalaga may bago kaming damit sa pasko!!! ^__^

Meron nga akong ninang isang beses niregaluhan ako ng sando na may print na anime. Kulay puti yun tapos Dragon Ball Z ata ang drawing nun eh. Tuwang tuwa kaya ako sa damit na yun kaya yun ang isinuot ko habang namamasko. Ang siste! Hindi ko naman alam na pang-lalake yun!

Tradisyon na naming magkakapatid ang magsabit ng medjas sa Christmas tree. One time nagsabit kami ng MARAMING MARAMING MARAMING MARAMING as in MARAMING medjas sa Christmas tree to the point na natatakpan na ang decors at lights niya. Tapos hinihintay namin si Santa Claus hanggang sa alas onse na nang gabi hindi pa rin siya dumadating. Inaantok na kami wala pa ring Santang nagpakita kahit man lang balbas niya.

Lumapit sa amin si Mama, sabi niya “Mga anak, go to sleep na. Hindi nagpapakita si Santa sa mga tao.” Eh syempre mga bata kaya nauto. Natulog na kami..

Kinabukasan excited kaming pumunta sa Christmas tree only to find out na apat na medjas lang ang may lamang mga kendi at limang pisong papel bilang apat lang naman kaming magkakapatid. Hahaha! “Amazing! Alam ni Santa kung ilan tayong magkakapatid” Sabi ko.

Minsan pa nga ang ingay sa labas ng bahay. Paano naman kasi dumating si Santa namimigay ng regalo. Napaisip tuloy ako kung meron ba kami, maya-maya pumasok siya sa bahay kasama ang mga elves niya. Namilog ang mga mata namin kasi binigyan niya kami ng regalo. Isang bonggang kitchen set na may pushcart tapos telephone toy! Ang nakakatuwa pa dun, ito yung mga bagay na pinepray namin kay Lord gabi-gabi. Hihi! Ang hindi namin alam pinapakinggan pala nina Mama at Tatay ang mga prayers namin tapos bumili sila ng toys at iniabot ang mga yun kay ‘Santa Claus’. Very clever!

Every Christmas Eve, isa isa kaming nagpeperform na magkakapatid sa harap nina Mama at Tatay, may kakanta, may sasayaw at syempre ang talent ko madalas LIP SYNC! Hahaha! Pero wala eh kahit anong effort namin, si bunso pa din ang may pinakamalaking premyo. Kami tig-bebente lang pero siya isang daan kahit wala namang ginawa! Unper!

Namimiss ko tuloy si Tatay, si Mama, si Adjie, si Yayang, si Ebet, pero siyempre nadagdagan kami ng isa pa si Baby Jumong!!! Ngayon kasi matatanda na kami, may kanya kanya ng buhay at pinagkaka-abalahan pero sana maulit muli ang mga masasayang alaala na meron ako noong bata pa ako.. Ang saya kasi. Hindi man kami katulad ng ibang pamilya na may magarbong handaan, kami naman ang pamilyang sama-sama at tunay na masaya. Simple, but overwhelming..

ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU! ^_^

Proud Daughter

MY MOTHER IS SO SELFLESS. :))

She traded everything for us from eyeliner for dark circles, salon haircuts for ponytails, long baths for quick showers, a pair of bikini for a baby dress, a new sandals for a cute baby shoes, an extravagant birthday celebration for our baby shower, a sexy smooth skin for a sagging skin, to designer bags for diaper bags.

She cooks and feeds us, lays her life for us, swallows her pride for us; washed even our stained undies, ironed and prepared our uniform, taught us our lessons, helped us with our homework, bought us bolsters for a hugging buddy at night, prepares the mosquito net to protect us from that freakin insect, taught us basic household chores and taught us to pray.

SHE DOES EVERYTHING FOR US. Everything for us..

She is also beyond scary like a tigress. She may be possessive at times, and that is because she only wants to protect us from any danger. That’s what a mother does, right? Whether it is a cat, chicken, eagle, ostrich, dog or human; a mother will always have a maternal instinct. Mothers can’t take seeing their masterpiece hurting nor crying. So please understand why they are pesky sometimes.

Trust me, it’s for your own good. Not just today, but soon you will see.

Remember that mothers know best.

She’s tough as tigress; yet tame as cat. She may spank us with a broom, but I know she is hurting. I just know because I came from her womb. She may tell us to go away, but I know deep inside she wants us to care for her. She may be strong, but deep in her heart she wants to cry.

And now that we have grown up, I can see those wrinkled hands, but I’m not disgusted because those are the hands of the woman who took care of us when we didn’t know how to walk, eat, talk, read and write. I also the see the stretchmarks around her waist, again I’m not disgusted because those are the marks of the pain she went through when she gave birth to us. The marks that brought us to the world. The marks that brought us to where we are right now. I can also see those black strands of hair that gradually fading to gray and I’m not disgusted either, because those hair are reminders that she has done a mixture of good and bad things in her life and that she doesn’t want us to experience any struggle that she had gone through.

Our mother is still alive and fuck yeah she’s still kicking! :)) She is better than the best Mom ever included in the Guinness Book of World Records, if there is any.  If there’s none, I believe my mom should be in the book. She rocks! \m/

And now for everybody to ponder; while we still have the woman who brought us to the world, biological or adoptive, we have to let them feel that taking care of us for a period of years is a precious thing they have ever done. Let’s not talk back and curse our mother. Remember you wouldn’t be here without her. Let us make them feel that every day is a Mother’s Day! Study hard, then find a decent job after and treat her on your first salary. Treat her with anything. A dimsum noodles, a Star City ride, a cheap dress, or a cup of Starbucks coffee. Anything as long as it’s from you.

And don’t forget to be thankful. Thank her for the sleepless nights, for the glamour and dreams that she set aside; and for the long baths she forget to take.

Thank God for giving you a Guardian Angel, your mom. :))

Daddy’s Once Little Girl

It’s already 12:01 o’clock in the morning and I’m still here in the office waiting for my boss’ call.

♫ Tick tock tick tock

I can hear the clock’s sound already. I haven’t had a good sleep since Sunday. Ow gosh I think my eye balls are popping out! I cant look at the mirror. I’m dry and sticky, as in literally sticky! Not to mention boredom. Thank goodness I brought my I-Pod so I’m able to listen to music.

 

When you are alone things are popping up in your mind. I came across with the song I Will Be There from Kyla and suddenly a feeling of nostalgia started to creep over me. I got a flashback of a happy faces of mom, dad, and me.

 

Come to think of it, things happen so fast. We just don’t realize it. It was just yesterday when I was just the little girl my mom used to dressed and now I’m already the girl in a business suit. There was just one man in my life and that was my dad but today there’s this guy whom I want to be with for the rest of my life. I cry and call  mom when somebody hurts me, but now I can stand up and fight for myself. When I was a little girl I was hurt  because of bruised knee but now I’m hurt because of bruised heart.

 

I don’t know anything about falling in love. All I know is life is wonderful, a candy land. Where sweets, chocolates, candies are made. 

 

Life is so simple before. It was just me and my doll. It was just my dad and my mom. I watched movies with them, we ate together, laughed at small things. I was my mom’s little angel, and my dad’s princess. They were my sanctuary and my cocoon from the world’s cruelty.

 

I remember him as the best dad a daughter would be proud of. He was the kind of father who would try his best to tie his little girl’s hair when her mom is not around. Mind you, my hair was a mess. He buys me candies when I was crying. When he goes home from work, he still had a strength to cook for us even if he was tired. I don’t know how he does that, maybe he was a living superhero. He was the one who always ask my mom to forgive me whenever I make a stupid mistake, he was my defender. I remember the time when I had my first boyfriend, he never ever scolded me for falling in love. He just gave me a fatherly slash motherly advice. He gave his full trust on me, unlike mom. He worked hard to give us the things that a father and husband would want to give his family. He was too kind to hurt mom when she nags him, he just sit quietly there and swallowed the hurtful words that my mom said.

 

Then things changed.

 

We lost my dad. He was with someone else now. My mom was hurt and I was left with half of the earth’s face solitude in my heart. Everything was falling apart. I thought my mom is his queen and I’m his princess.

 

He left without saying goodbye.

 

I wish I could bring back the hands of time. I wish God will grant me even just one day to go back from my childhood days when the only man I know is dad. It still hurts when I think of happy faces of the people from the past.. Life goes on without me. So I should move on, get on with my life and accept that I’m no longer his little princess..

 

I miss him. I hope that even if he’s far away, he still think of the daughter he used to carry. The baby girl he used to call Princess. I love you dad even though your’e not with us anymore, I’m still the daughter who would take care of you when your hair turn gray.

A MOTHER’S LOVE

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My mom is the most important woman in my life. She carried me in her womb for nine months. Imagine how big her tummy was and how much hurt she’d been through during her pregnancy. Despite of the pain and changes in her body, she loves me. She did every mom would do to make her child born healthy, pretty and brainy. She read me books, put music on her womb, ate healthy foods for me and talked to me as if I can hear her.

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When I was born, I gave her sleepless nights because I was crying at wee hours. She fed me, she made me milk, she took me away from harm and protected me so as not to be bitten by mosquitoes. 

When I started schooling, she prepared our breakfast, iron my uniform. She used to fix my tie and clean my nose before I leave to school. And when I get home, she was the one who helped me with my lessons. She is not just a mother, she is my tutor.

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I grew up the way just how she wanted me to be, a successful daughter. But there was a time when I got so irritated by her. I hated how she asked for money everytime, I even called her ‘mukhang pera’. I didn’t want to communicate with her. I didn’t even answer her calls and texts.  I snubbed her most of the time, she is so clingy, she controls me as if she knows everything. I only text her if I sent her an allowance. For me, its just money that matters to her. 

 There was a time I let her wander Manila alone even if I know that she doesn’t know her way home. I just let her go because I didn’t want to be with her. When I received my first monthly salary I didn’t treat her in a fine dining nor buy something for her, instead I just bought her dimsum noodles which only costs P25.00.

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Then one night, I dreamed that she died. That was so sad. No, HORRIBLE. When I woke up, I felt a tear fell on my right eye and realized how much she means to me. I was a terrible daughter. I was such a bitch and ungrateful daughter to her. I texted her that day, I said sorry for all the pain I’ve caused and told her ‘I love you, Ma’ for the first time. I know that I’ve hurt her even if she didn’t tell me. Guess what? She forgave me. That’s what a mother is, she cannot stand her child.

And now, I am a woman who love her mother more than anyone else in the world. I’d give everything to her, I’d even give my life for her. I don’t even mind giving her my weekly allowance as long as she’s alright, because I know that the love she gives me is unconditional. No one will ever break a mother’s love to her child.

I love you Mama, thank you for taking care of me and I promise that I will go through the ends of the world just to give you a beautiful life that you deserve. ♥

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PS: Love your mom, show your love before it’s too late. Don’t hate her, don’t deceive her, don’t hurt her feelings, and don’t shout at her when she is pesky, remember without her, you will not be able to read this post right now.