This momi gave birth four times. Each was a true celebration of life as a new bundle of joy has arrived to make our daily life the happiest. And what guided me throughout my pregnancy journey were my lessons learned from the past. Having a community as well would be a great advantage and one community is Smart Parenting.
Today is Sunday. And it is somehow gloomy. This momi baked some carrot cake and banana cake to perk up the sleepy souls of the boys. I made use of our waffle maker as we do not have an oven. Learned just now that making waffles was not easy if you were the impatient mother that I was on the first try.
When the boys made our waffles last Sunday, they presented almost perfect-looking waffles. It was because they listened to my instruction. I prepared waffles today and the first batch was below quality.
I saw a few pages of second son’s Civics and Culture book all plastered with scotch tape.
This mother smiled.
My nine-year-old boy is showing signs that he can now take care of his things.
I was an inconsolable freak last weekend. I was so angry that I let my anger eat me and let my emotions control my actions. I chose to respond in a negative way, even hurting my boys. And God forgive me, I saw in their eyes the fear and confusion.
I went out for a walk. I want to stop myself from destroying my sons’ trust in me. I tried to look for hope.
What is hope? I once read in Nick Vujicic’s Limitless that hope is where dreams begin.
It is the voice of my purpose.
Another of those writings inside the box, now posting it here to remind myself of the things I did in the past and for my boys to be reminded of their childhood. This was written last October 16, 2012 at 11:35 pm.
With the momi out of sight, the kids sometimes forget to eat before studying after arriving home from school. So I always make it a point to leave notes for them to read. Notes like “eat merienda before studying… etc.”
This morning, though, I thought of something different. It might have been my “too much reading of the Twilight series” that led me to think of trails. I would want them to follow a trail and at the end of the rainbow is just the kids’ ordinary merienda. But at least, they had fun following the trail.
December 6, 2012. My son taught me patience is another of those writings inside the box –
I slept earlier than the usual so I may wake up early the following day. My Saturday has already been programmed to do my usual weekend household chores – do the market, laundry, house cleaning and cook meals in between. Just the thought of all these household chores would want me to shout and hate life.
Darn. I overslept. My eyes though would like to sleep more and my body seemed glued on the bed. I forced myself to stand up.
Hello, mommies. August is National Breastfeeding Awareness Month. This campaign pushes to empower moms to commit to breastfeeding. It highlights the benefits of such including aids baby’s development, reduces allergy and risk to illness, and prevents diarrhea among others.
And in celebration of this awareness campaign, I have here a Pigeon gift pack to support a mom or a mom-to-be on her breastfeeding journey.
I am one breastfeeding momi and I am proud of it. Though my journey as a mom started more than 14 years ago, it is only now with my fourth child that I am able to breastfeed directly. We are on this journey for more than one year already because I always believe that breastfeeding is #bestfeeding
It has long been studied and proven that the benefits of breastfeeding are unmatched by any other. And to learn more about this noble cause, I always free my schedule anytime I learned of breastfeeding seminars and talks. Though I have read a lot of stories and articles about breastfeeding, meeting breastfeeding moms and experts is another avenue to learn and have fun as well. Luckily, I got an invite from Pigeon when they recently launched its Only Moms Breastfeeding Advocacy.
About nine years ago, I left my mom’s house and started building my own family. I knew nothing back then other than keeping our small abode clean and tidy (because I grew up in a house wherein I see my mom would sweep the floor early in the morning and late at night everyday). Cooking is something I need to learn fast, and my mother’s cooking is the standard by which I measure all food.
Fast forward and we still live in a place my boys dubbed ‘the small house.’ To ensure my family’s well being and strong ties, I turn to cooking. And at this time that it is a rare gem to see a family eat together, all the more that I cook. Husband supports this and makes dinner time as well as our weekends’ meal time our family time.
I turn to my cooking as a force to keep my boys at home. And to do that, I first need to look at cooking not as a chore, but a pleasure. In the same manner that my kids need to see food as pleasure and not just mere fuel.
I am a mother of four boys. Three of them are already attending school and there are times that I still struggle understanding them or often feel putting too much pressure on my boys.
Very timely that my favorite parenting partner, Smart Parenting, arranged another Mom Workshop focusing on school-age kids. And they tapped three experts to share their insights to guide parents on 1) how to help kids learn best and 2) how to nurture their creative side.