Happy Mother’s Day!

Filipinos celebrate Mother’s Day every second Sunday of May, for this year, it falls on 13th May. For me, today is nothing out of the ordinary, except that I got several Happy Mother’s Day greetings from family and friends. But what got me thinking is the role that I have played as a Mama to Ate Adz, Manay Jai and Kuya Jul. I have been away from them for a good part of their lives, been absent in very important moments of their lives. I wasn’t available in times when they needed a shoulder to cry on, wasn’t there to cheer them on in times when they’re down, wasn’t around to witness their triumphs. I realized I was not even a friend when they needed one. I have I missed a lot as a mother, and while I always say I love them, they may not have really felt that I do.  There is a huge difference between telling each

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Soar, wounded as you may be

Just today morning, I saw a post on Facebook that says, “Life is short. Cut out the negativity, forget gossip, say goodbye to people who hurt you.  Spend your days with people who are always there.” That statement is very simple, if it refers only to friends, acquaintances, colleagues, neighbors, enemies or just anybody.  In others words, saying goodbye to non-members of your family is easier, yes it hurts, but easier.  Easier to burn friendly bridges turned bridges of sigh although yeah, bridges of sigh can be relevant and attractive. From the way my Mama raised me and the values I’ve learned from her, goodbye should’t be apart of the family’s dictionary. “So long” yes, but not goodbye.  Family is family is family is family. A description of family not being always about blood, is gaining popularity.  The employees of a company is considered belonging to a family.  Overseas Filipino Workers (OFW) for example, become parts of a family not

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A deafening silence

Too much is happening in my country.  And I have only one person to talk to, my husband.  He patiently listens to my tirades, makes a few comments here and there and then ends up telling me, “don’t be stressed,” with a voice so very loving I can cry. I cry, yes. I cry because I am a Mama, a Mom, a MamaLa, a ‘Te Bebs. These four names melt my heart every time. My daughters, my sons, my grandsons. My nieces, my nephews, my grandsons and my granddaughters.  They don’t always listen to me, but every time I get the opportunity, I always say “Nobody gives up on family.” Now to my country. I am affected every time I see blood on the television screen watching the daily TV Patrol. I am not much of a fan of gruesome movies, you know.  I have all six seasons of the series “The Walking Dead” but I am not yet able to finish

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