Roles we play

I miss having my mama around. I am 37 years old, married, with two precocious kids, paying mortgage for a house, hold a quite important position at work, and I am pining for my mama like a 5-year old.

I am telling you that I can and will survive on my own. I can make food, I can ride public transport, I can wash and iron clothes, etc. etc. But I miss mama’s presence at home. Just the presence. That there is an extra pair of eyes watching over my kids.

I am a wife and a mother, but I am still a daughter.

Called to Love

A few weeks back, Mischa’s school held a post-Valentine concert. Being the supportive parents we are, we trooped to watch her (and the whole school) perform musical numbers. Unfortunately, we were so far back, and it was dark when her class performed, that I didn’t see her singing and dancing at all. Plus, as she is one of the tallest, she normally is positioned at the back. Being petite myself, I didn’t realize before now that being tall could be disadvantageous. lol. The dad was able to go near enough, and recorded it so at least I got to watch it later on.

We are okay

It was a sabbatical again of sorts for our family. One after the other, my dad and I went under the knife in the name of health. While both of our conditions were not immediately life threatening, we both decided that prolonging keeping abnormal growths in our bodies would not do any of us any good.

I was the reluctant patient. I have had this myoma, or at least I have known about it, since I got pregnant with Mischa. And it’s not getting smaller, nor going away at all. Since it is beginning to affect other parts of my body, plus I haven’t lost the prego look because of my bulging tummy, we decided to bid it goodbye. The operation was even more painful, and even more expensive, but I am glad because I am now okay.

Dad, on the other hand, was kinda raring to have his brain surgery after we found out he has meningioma, a non-cancerous type of tumor in the brain. We were all afraid because, hello, it is the brain that’s affected, and we were majorly concerned about him undergoing the surgery and the recovery after. And as with mine, he is doing better, and is also now okay.

Thank you Lord.