The Pick-up Line

I only realized last Sunday that my son has indeed grown-up. No matter if I have to shop for a new set of pajamas twice in a matter of 6 months as he was getting taller everyday, I just did not notice it. Even when he picked up Grisham’s A Time to Kill and reads the cover and copyright page with the proper pronunciation and crisp tone, I still did not notice. I was taken aback with pride of course, I thought “Wow! He reads perfectly." Still, I did not acknowledge it to the fact that he has grown up, after all he just turned 6 last August. When you’re a Mom or a Dad, I guess you are in complete denial that your once tiny baby is growing up before your eyes and you just can't process it as fast as it happens. Well that was not until Sunday…

While waiting for Dada in the parking lobby, Sharkboy and Baby Diva asked for their new books. A little girl with an angel’s face about my sons’ age suddenly approach our bench and sat beside them. It’s really cool to be a kid, you make and become friends in a heartbeat, and she was getting along well with SB and BD browsing through SB’s dinosaur book. After 10 minutes or so, Angelface gets bored, gets up and walks away, my SB takes notice and gets up from his seat as well and exclaims, “Hey! Do you want me to read to you the names of the dinosaurs?” I could not keep myself from chuckling. SB got a pick-up line and what can I say? T’was good and somewhat geeky but still it was good. He has indeed grown up. Did he get Angelface to go back? That’s another story.

vivi, ama e ridi,

Feeling Guilty!

I realize lately that I have enough work for my two hands, I believe that there is not too much work rather just imposing deadlines to beat. Monday last week, my sweet anticipation for a longer sleeping time and more play time with the kids did not materialize, I found myself exactly in the office, the least favorite place I’d want to be on a day declared in this nation a special holiday. This specific day set the tone for me for the rest of week, laden with guilt on what kind of mother am I becoming, reporting for work on a holiday. Hence, the weekend after, I devoted my time entirely to my children, one scene was quite eye opening for me, it was during BabyDiva’s feeding time during breakfast on Sunday. We were playing complete the sentence, here goes…

Caution: I am very guilty of utilizing wonderful adjectives when it comes to describing my family, who isn’t?

• Gangstah Mum (GM): Daddy Bee is…. (whispering) gorgeous!


• Baby Diva (BD): Gorgeous!


• GM: Kuya Sharboy is … (whispering) handsome!


• BD: Handsome!


• GM: Baby Diva is... (whispering) beautiful!


• BD: Beautiful!


• GM: Mommy is … (whispering) pretty!


• BD: In the office!

I laughed when I heard this. I assume that maybe BD got accustomed with this phrase whenever she looks for me in the morning as she wakes up and I already left for work. This morning I remembered BD’s remark and I am not laughing anymore. I feel sad that my child is getting used to my being away from her. I wish I could pull time so I could liberate myself from my current commitments as planned. (sigh!)

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