May 30, 2011. Not particularly an important date to me. Actually woke up this morning and thought, "blah. monday."
Oh, but how perspectives change.
One. I stepped on the scale before my shower and I´m back to my pre-pregnancy weight.
Two. I stuck my finger in S' mouth and felt a sharp little tooth protruding.
So now May 30th means something {sigh} It's all about the little things in life.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Measuring Time
We all know the sayings..."time just flies by", "where did the time go?", "time goes by so fast"...but why do we really say these things?
I used to say it because it usually meant that what I was supposed to do or awaiting an approaching event was now something I was actually doing or living, and maybe in some way I wasn't expecting to be doing it or living it as soon as I was. Does that make sense?
But really, how do you measure time? Number of experiences? Number of wrinkles? Number of places visited or things done? Number of achievements?
Today I measured time differently than I ever had before. Not just by reliving moments or counting experiences. By looking at it. Looking at my son.
S is 6 months old. Half a year. Wow. Of course my first thought was, "where have these 6 months gone?!?"
And then I looked at him. And those 6 months were there looking back at me.
In his smile and giggle.
In the hair on top of his head.
In his fingers that are always in his mouth.
In his toes that are always in his mouth too.
In him being able to sit up unassisted.
In him trying to crawl already.
In his inflamed lower gum about to sprout a tooth.
In him examining all his toys with utmost attention.
In his curious eyes.
And in every little thing he does every day to remind me of how blessed I am.
So there you go, the concept of time for me has changed completely and from now on will be measured in an entirely different way. Through S.
Can you imagine when I'll be saying, "where have the last 21 years gone?!?"
I used to say it because it usually meant that what I was supposed to do or awaiting an approaching event was now something I was actually doing or living, and maybe in some way I wasn't expecting to be doing it or living it as soon as I was. Does that make sense?
But really, how do you measure time? Number of experiences? Number of wrinkles? Number of places visited or things done? Number of achievements?
Today I measured time differently than I ever had before. Not just by reliving moments or counting experiences. By looking at it. Looking at my son.
S is 6 months old. Half a year. Wow. Of course my first thought was, "where have these 6 months gone?!?"
And then I looked at him. And those 6 months were there looking back at me.
In his smile and giggle.
In the hair on top of his head.
In his fingers that are always in his mouth.
In his toes that are always in his mouth too.
In him being able to sit up unassisted.
In him trying to crawl already.
In his inflamed lower gum about to sprout a tooth.
In him examining all his toys with utmost attention.
In his curious eyes.
And in every little thing he does every day to remind me of how blessed I am.
So there you go, the concept of time for me has changed completely and from now on will be measured in an entirely different way. Through S.
Can you imagine when I'll be saying, "where have the last 21 years gone?!?"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I'm still here! [somewhat...]
I guess my resolution of blogging at least once a week was aspiring a bit too much.
With S now demanding so much more time and attention, the few spare moments I have left are used for basic life sustaining activities, such as eating, for example. Gordo said to me the other day, "be grateful breathing is involuntary...otherwise who knows when you'd find time for doing that!" Ufff.
How do all the other mommy bloggers out there find the time for posting!? Send me some much needed some tips! Gracias!
With S now demanding so much more time and attention, the few spare moments I have left are used for basic life sustaining activities, such as eating, for example. Gordo said to me the other day, "be grateful breathing is involuntary...otherwise who knows when you'd find time for doing that!" Ufff.
How do all the other mommy bloggers out there find the time for posting!? Send me some much needed some tips! Gracias!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thinking of you {across the miles}
Cheesy hallmark card title, I know. Seriously though, SO appropriate for this post. Let me explain.
The reaction I get when people ask me where I'm from and where I've been are that of awe. Born in the Philippines, studied in Spain, lived in the U.S., worked in China, and now settled in Mexico. Granted, while it does sound like I live the life of an international jet setter, their is a dark side to all this. Over the last 10 years of my life, I have left a trail of best friends over various continents, most of whom I miss dearly everyday. I know most of you reading this post will completely understand.
While I think of my friends often, these last couple of weeks have been especially trying. One of my bestest friends in the whole world, H, is marrying N on the island of Boracay in the Philippines. As her wedding festivities are getting started, I'm sitting at my desk in Mexico City. The feeling is bittersweet. I'm here and not there due to a number of factors, the largest being my 3 month old baby boy S. While I am so thrilled at being a new mom, there is no doubt in my mind had the timing been different, I would be on Boracay island white wine in hand right next to H.
Moments like these are heart wrenching...but I know that H knows how much I miss her, especially now.
There is so much in my head, but somehow I can't get my fingers to type it out. So I decided to talk it out instead. Here's to you H+N! You are both perfect for each other and all the best to you on your special day and forever! I love you!!!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Reality Check {Day One}
We survived. I survived. First day on our own...gordo, S, and I.
My Mom left Tuesday night :( Initially this was going to be a really sad post - mostly on me complaining about how I'm supposed to get through all this being a new mom stuff alone. Well, not alone, alone. Gordo is the best anyone could ask for...but it's just not the same as having your MOM with you, especially when you are becoming a mom for the first time yourself...[no hard feelings ok, amor?]
So I decided instead to write about how amazing my mother is and turn this into somewhat of an Ode to Mom post [without the poetry - sorry].
Most people couldn't (nor wouldn't want to) imagine having their mother (and mother-in-law!) with them for almost 4 months. Come to think of it, it's the longest stretch I've "lived" with my Mom since before I left for college. But in all the time she was here, I never once wished that she would leave already. And gordo said the same thing to me when we left her at the airport...I wonder how many son-in-laws can say that about their suegras?!
If it seems like I am boasting about my mother - I am. And she deserves the praise - all of it.
I've never seen anyone so attentive, caring, accommodating, generous, and so UNselfish. Granted, she did have her first grandson as incentive, but still, I'm in awe at all the cooking, cleaning, scrubbing, buying, listening, helping, washing, etc. she did while here. From my last month of pregnancy to almost 3 months after, she ran my house and kept me sane (and probably alive by making sure I ate when all I wanted to do was to sleep) throughout the beginning of this roller coaster we call motherhood - and didn't complain ONCE. Not once.
She could have been off playing golf, visiting my brother in New York, on a cruise, travelling - whatever - but she chose to be here with us throughout this adventure, and undoubtedly made it a lot easier on gordo and I.
There really aren't many ways to express our gratitude except repeating 'thank you' countless times. Although we did send her to the spa to save what was left of her fingernails after all the hand washing of baby clothes.
Even though we'll miss her terribly, I'm excited to see how gordo and I do as parents on our own. More to come on that.
But just in case, she is back in 2 months to save us :)
My Mom left Tuesday night :( Initially this was going to be a really sad post - mostly on me complaining about how I'm supposed to get through all this being a new mom stuff alone. Well, not alone, alone. Gordo is the best anyone could ask for...but it's just not the same as having your MOM with you, especially when you are becoming a mom for the first time yourself...[no hard feelings ok, amor?]
So I decided instead to write about how amazing my mother is and turn this into somewhat of an Ode to Mom post [without the poetry - sorry].
Most people couldn't (nor wouldn't want to) imagine having their mother (and mother-in-law!) with them for almost 4 months. Come to think of it, it's the longest stretch I've "lived" with my Mom since before I left for college. But in all the time she was here, I never once wished that she would leave already. And gordo said the same thing to me when we left her at the airport...I wonder how many son-in-laws can say that about their suegras?!
If it seems like I am boasting about my mother - I am. And she deserves the praise - all of it.
I've never seen anyone so attentive, caring, accommodating, generous, and so UNselfish. Granted, she did have her first grandson as incentive, but still, I'm in awe at all the cooking, cleaning, scrubbing, buying, listening, helping, washing, etc. she did while here. From my last month of pregnancy to almost 3 months after, she ran my house and kept me sane (and probably alive by making sure I ate when all I wanted to do was to sleep) throughout the beginning of this roller coaster we call motherhood - and didn't complain ONCE. Not once.
She could have been off playing golf, visiting my brother in New York, on a cruise, travelling - whatever - but she chose to be here with us throughout this adventure, and undoubtedly made it a lot easier on gordo and I.
There really aren't many ways to express our gratitude except repeating 'thank you' countless times. Although we did send her to the spa to save what was left of her fingernails after all the hand washing of baby clothes.
Even though we'll miss her terribly, I'm excited to see how gordo and I do as parents on our own. More to come on that.
But just in case, she is back in 2 months to save us :)
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