Despite the minor nuisance in my life, someone will always, always love you and your craziness. I am normally uneasy about these kinds of activities, because I get stressed if things get too awkward, but it always ends up okay, and then I become thankful again. I’m sorry Lord God for the doubts and self-pity. Thank you for the constant reminder that You are by side and above me and all the things I constantly worry about.
I’m going through something but I will not sully my blog with the unpleasant details. I am just thanking the good Lord that I am alive, my family is healthy, we have food on the table, I have a respectable job that pays the bills, I was able to enroll my two kids for next school year, and so on and so forth for my immense blessings.
More importantly, I am 38 and kicking!
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.
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.
It was a little weird at first that us girls were left to our devices. It is usually I who travel (due to work) and the girls are left with their dad. This time around, it was the hubby who had to go home to his home province following the death of his paternal grandmother. And so it was just us girls for four days. It was a first since Maxine was born. Things were harried in the mornings, especially when you had to prepare a kid for school, and you lose one adult to help out. I had to wake up earlier than usual so I have more time for the girls. And I had to fend off sleep until both are sleeping soundly. But all in all we survived. We missed Daddy but it was also refreshing to have them to myself. There is nothing I love more than cuddling their warm and sweet bodies.
My team at work recently had a sort of debriefing cum relationship management session. As it is related to the workplace, we talked about relationships of all sorts, including the ones with colleagues. This session was very different from the one we had about two years ago, when we were all stressed out. We were more relaxed definitely this time!
Anyway, among all the things we did, there were several activities that made us take stock of our relationships with each other. And I was so touched with my staff’s messages for me:
These validate that I must be doing something right and good in this world. That, aside from being a boss, I am a mentor, a confidante, and a friend. That I am helping them enjoy their journey as workers. In all the harshness around us, I am happy that somehow, I eased someone’s pain or I lifted someone’s spirit, even though sometimes I know I do the stressing. Hehe.
Because gaming is one of the past times nowadays (they’re cheap because they’re free if you have a fixed data plan and you can do it anytime, anywhere), you can be sure I would jump on the Pokemon Go bandwagon. I find it fun and challenging but I haven’t considered myself addicted yet. lol.
There has been a lot of write ups online about the game being a satanic or a work designed to indoctrinate evil ways subtly. This didn’t surprise me because whenever there is a little bit of following of anything in the world wide web, you can sure that critics would have a go at it. Whatever. All I can say is I haven’t felt the need to neglect myself, my family, my home, my work, just so I could play it. And it actually provides me entertainment when we get caught in traffic, which is what, just about every single day.
I haven’t gotten around to training the pokemons that I have caught and having them fight at gyms, but I feel an immense satisfaction about catching them, especially unique and rare ones. I like filling up my pokedex!
This phase shall, too, pass.