Saturday, February 20, 2010

Too Many Things To Post...

Nah!

I'm just too caught up with the latest season of American Idol.

Specially the hunky Casey James. (image from http://www.poptower.com/casey-james-american-idol.htm)

Okay, okay...

I know this is supposed to be a family blog. Is it a sin to have a crush on a cute, Kurt Cobain-Hanson brothers-Vincent Kartheiser combo, rocking lad from AI season 9? Is it?

Ugh.

I bet Hephaestion will drool over him!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Mother Quotes

Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. ~Pearl S. Buck

What about a forgetful mom? Or an exiling mom? Or a mother with favoritism? Is it love just the same?


I'd like to share a story.


I know somebody who's had a bad experience with his own mother. He felt he's never had a connection.


When he was only a few months old, he was entrusted to a relative. His mom said she will only be gone for a while and only needed someone to look after him. Days, weeks, months...this little boy's mom never return. After a year, the boy's relative found out that his mom is pregnant again. And so, they continue to care for the little one already with them.


The little boy was pampered. Never was he neglected of food, clothing and shelter. His basic needs fulfilled but still emotionally empty. Soon after, little boy learned he's already a brother. He was taken back and forth to see his family but the realtives who took care of him opted to take responsibility of him. He grew up with no mother to hug when he's hurt and no father to look up to as a role model.


Time to time his father would come home, give him toys, clothes, food he loves. Take him to the mall, travel, have a vacation. But still, he felt empty. There is still no connection.


At last, his parents decided to get him back on the family he should live and grow up with. he was given everything he's supposed to get. His own room, his own tv, car, latest gadgets, freedom, money. But still...his heart is empty.


And full of envy.


Never did a day pass that he's not arguing with his mom. He didn't like her choice of words, her decisions, her being a loud mouth, her trying to be someone she's not, her living up a world she's not supposed to...and her favoring his sibling over him.


The moment he knew he is ready to have his own family, he introduced the girl only to find out his mom would not allow them to get married. He was devastated, but then, no one can stop them.


Their lives as a partner, did not go smoothly as planned. A lot of problems, a lot of trouble, but still they were together. They were kept and shooed, kept and shooed by his parents. They just wanna be free. His heart was broken and shattered when he learned that his mother never recognizes him as his son. Only declares his other children. He was badly hurt.


He asked: "It is because I chose to be a father to my son?"


"Is it because I cannot find a suitable job where I can excel?"


"Is it because I chose to be with someone with no good family background? Did not finish school and just simply not what they want for me?"


And to all his question he knew the answer was a 'yes'.


Still, he moves on with his life. At a not-so mature but no too old age, I see this person as a very groomed man, responsible, devoted--a father to a son he plans to raise on their own. He is now more independent, although still living close to the relatives who took care of him, he's done (and still doing) things a normal guy his age would not want to do, he is not afraid of what other people will think about him, he does not care if his friends would laugh at him while they see him hanging wet clothes outside to sun-dry 'em. People see him walking tall, carrying a young boy on one hand and the other hand with a bag full of groceries.


I am proud to know this man...


And will forever be.

But tell me, is it love just the same?

I THINK NOT. Reality bites, not all moms deserve to be called moms.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Being A Mother

This is a short story I hope will make you think to celebrate Valentines day, in a different way...

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me
to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.
She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman
loves you and would Love to spend some time with you.'

The other woman  my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children  made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner
and a movie. 'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. 'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting.'

We went to a restaurant t that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.

'I love you, son'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other' time.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

Somebody said you ca n't love the second child as much as you love the first... somebody doesn't have two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten.... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... somebody never had grandchildren..

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the GREAT 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother..

This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is!
 
 PS: thanks to Mudra of SP forums for letting me borrow this story. 

Happy Anniversary and Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy!

I think I just puked.

Okay, I may be a little bit exaggerating, but trust me--I am no mushy person.

No offense meant by the first statement, I am just not the type of person who celebrates anniversaries and Valentine's Day in an extraordinary way (same goes with hubby). Although this year I promised myself I'll try to be a little sweeter and more gentle (much of a Stepford Wives category). 



I'll try to make a change this time and dedicate a post to my beloved partner in life. The past few days, I realized it is finally time for hubby to have a dedicated post (I do not usually post anything about my relationship with him, I bet my friends Jelly and Hephaestion know why). So anyway, here it goes:

Daddy,

Today is a special day for us. Three years ago, over a small casual talk, we decided we'll have our own family. You asked me if I'd like to come and live with you and I said yes. We planned to get married, you asked my family's permission and went beyond that by informing all your friends. I was amazed and flattered. I felt like I was the prettiest girl in the world and I felt how proud you are of me. I know we've been through a lot. You, staying with me, is against your parents' will. It was hard for them when you finally announced our plans. It was hard for them because we were too young then and they thought we were only planning to get married because I was already carrying a child. They thought we were too young and we'll end up relying on them. You tried to prove 'em wrong. Still, even against their will, you opted to stick with me (even without the marriage thingy). Few months after, we found out we were pregnant. You were crazy like hell you started cursing and laughing and sending sms to your friends and relatives. From then on, I knew you would be a good father.

Our relationship isn't perfect. Nothing is. We went through a lot. And by "a lot" this is not an understatement. We fight every now and then. I discovered there is still some things about you that should be left unexplored--some things you hoped I did not find out. Out of arguments I hoped I never said "yes" in the first place, hoped I never initiated the chat with you during our introduction...

But most of the time, I prayed that I won't lose you. Because you were the only person, inspite of my misbehavior, understood what I am going through. You came just the right time. You were God's gift to me during my lowest point in life. You are my everyday strength to help me get through the day and face reality. You were there to take away my pain. You were there to make me realize no matter what I look, I'd still be the best mom for our son. You were there to teach me how important it is to talk things over and say sorry even if it is not my fault. You were there to make me express my hidden emotions. You were there when I miss my dad. You were there when I am in terrible pain during my labor. You were there to take the very first video of our son minutes after he was born.

I may not say all of these things infront of you. I may not say "i love you" as much as a "normal" couple does. I may yell at you, call you names, and all but I love you. And I'll always be here even if your entire family shoo you away. I'll be here to help you kick a$$ and skin 'em alive, sprinkle them with salt and pepper and roll 'em to the sand--

Okay, okay...

Happy anniversary my dearest. No other father not even yours can do what you did and still doing to raise Tri. I'll dare any other Dads out there to do all the tasks you have performed and I'll bet they will wave their white flags.

And well--okay, happy valentines day!

Oh--sh!t this sucks...

Your wife from hell, 
Love,
Mommy


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Tri's Haircut

I failed to post Tri's very first haircut before he turned 1 so I'm gonna post his most recent.

This is Tri and his Dad's third trip to the local barbershop for a cut and so far my baby has been pretty much cooperative.

watching tv before facing the evil razor :D




 





let's get it on!




 
voila!

Hubby was able to catch a video and I saw how well-behaved our baby was. I remembered him throwing a tantrum during the first and second time I brought him to the expensive kiddie salon! It was a little bit embarrassing on my part, but hey--a baby is still a baby right?

I Salute You, Ben Tulfo

Many Filipinos know who Ben Tulfo is. A columnist for a newspaper and a radio newscaster. He and his siblings are well known for the tough looks, sarcastic comments, unlimited use of profanities, respect to the women, concern about the young ones and their spontaneous attack to suspected criminals--okay, mostly profanities.

Last week, I caught his Tuesday episode of Bitag. He covered a story about these people using the little ones to get money from bystanders or passerby. I've known this type of activity for quite some time. I've been a victim once or twice.

The modus: a thirty-ish woman carrying a 10-month old baby (child's age may range from infant up to 8 years old) will approach a bystander, beg for some spare change saying "gusto lang po namin makauwi. Kulang po pamasahe namin" ("we just want to go home but my money isn't enough for the bus fair").

I bet anyone gifted with the what I call "a mother's heart" will fall for this type of crap! Who wouldn't? This woman has been carrying the baby in the street for quite a while. The baby must be hungry and tired and maybe sleepy. Any mom would not want a young child suffering from all of these right?

And so, when this verbiage was once used to me, I felt obliged to produce 50 bucks out of my pocket.

Call me loser :(

A concern citizen brought this story up to Ben Tulfo on his progrm Bitag and they followed these people around Monumento area (the same place where I saw 'em!). They studied the entire activity for the day, they noticed there are 2 or 3 pairs (an adult and a child) doing this routine and the following day, they arrested one lady on the act with a 7-yer old girl. The lady denied knowing the child but later on admits that she is her own daughter.

I mean, what is wrong with the world, Mom-uh?

I am just so thankful Mr. Tulfo knew the right time and the right place to catch the devils on the street.

I salute you, sir!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Today's Menu...

Sweet and Sour Chicken :) 

Lately, I've been too inspired to cook. Well, it's been a hobby ever since I was a kid but due to my busy schedule, I rarely got time to do so.

I managed to revive a family recipe last Tuesday. And here it goes:

The ingredients:

1/2 kg chicken
1 small can of pineapple chunks with syrup
90 g tomato sauce
2 carrots, diced
baguio beans
2 red bell peppers, sliced
4 cloves of garlic
1 medium sized onion

Meat:

1.) Wash the chicken thoroughly.
2.) Marinate the chicken using the pineapple syrup for 30 minutes to an hour.

Starting the dish:

1.) Heat the pan and the oil. Saute garlic and onion then add the carrots.
2.) Once the carrots are half cooked, add the chicken. Put the lid and let it cook for 10-15 minutes or until you no longer see red stains (blood) on the chicken meat (specially on the leg part).
3.) Add the bell pepper, beans and pineapple chunks before pouring the tomato sauce.
4.) Lastly salt and pepper to taste (optional).

Some of the shots I managed to get while my phone is in "near-death" (hehe!)

chicken, carrots and beans

chicken, carrots, beans, tomato sauce and pineapple. 
(see, my cam phone caught the steam!)

and this is how it should be served...like a pro :)

Try it for you and your kid (if you have one!). The sweetness of the pineapple and the sour citrus-y taste of the tomato sauce is all but heaven. Serve it with hot plain rice and eat it with your hands! Feels like home, once again...

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Mother Quotes

"Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own."
-- Aristotle


I'm just not sure which angle tells me I am his mom. He's his dad's carbon copy :)