Buffed and polished

Mischa and I had some much needed girly time yesterday. Actually mama was also next door having her hair done, while we just our nails prettified. It was Mischa’s first time so I asked the attendant to go easy on her hands and feet. It’s a good thing most nail salons and spas nowadays offer packages for young girls like her. Now, I wouldn’t regularly do this, but from time to time, it is nice to have it. Can’t wait for Maxine to join us.

Starstruck

Our dear girl was plain happy upon getting the chance to watch her idols, AC and Xia, perform live during the finals of the Your Face Sounds Familiar. Mind you, she doesn’t normally watch local shows, but she just got caught up watching the kids imitate celebrities. Maybe it’s the music, or that she can relate because the singers are near her age so the show really piqued her interest.

Eventually, the two girls she was rooting for didn’t make it. But she was still so thrilled to be watching them up close and personal. Thank you as always to Ninong for getting her front row tickets!

Nihonggo

I am proud of Mischa’s newest achievement, and that is the completion of her basic Nihonggo class. She took up ten sessions of an hour each, and toiled really hard for these. Hard because the classes were held on Saturdays so she felt that she’s being deprived of her time for normal kids’ activities on weekends. But as a family, we decided to encourage her because a foreign language is always useful, and finally, she’s done! I know that speaking the language must be reinforced so she doesn’t forget. We’ll definitely try. Congratulations, anak!

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.