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May 6th, 2011

A Mother’s Day, The Stink and The Mess

Mark (12-months) and Matthew (4)

Mark (12-months) and Matthew (4)

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and mothers-to-be out there, especially to my mother who has shown me how to be a good mother long before I became a mother!

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I was cleaning the kitchen days ago. I was scrubbing the sink, putting things in order, wiping the counters and spot-mopping the floor. Then I went to the living room putting things, toys mostly, in order; spraying and scrubbing the carpet a few times. I was not satisfied!

After all the cleaning, and spraying I did in the house, I still smell the awful pukey stink. The better part of the day I spent trying to find where that stink was coming from to NO success. It can’t be from the laundry room since, I have already tackled the laundry, and the last of my load that day is already in the dryer. I especially washed twice all the clothes that Mark puked on early that day and the rags I used to clean his puke. I can’t be from Mark since I gave him a bath after he puked and put on fresh clothes on him. And Matthew, he still have puke spells every now and then, but that day, it’s simply not from him.

Later on that day, on Mark’s nap, I had a chance to take a shower. On preparing for that shower, I realized that that pukey stink was coming from my shirt, from me! Sigh! I had been walking around the house really annoyed by that awful smell, and all those time, it was coming from me. Sigh! I thought I had gotten better at dodging Mark’s puke. Earlier that day, I actually DID dodge most of it, but my shirt still caught a few specks of his puke that I did not notice because of my busyness and annoyance. My shirt had enough puke to have it’s awful stink to linger around me.

Ironically, because of how much and how often I get puked on, and also change diapers, everyday, I should have gotten used to the stink and the mess by now. But in reality, there really is no getting used to them! It’s awful the first time, and still awful, each and every time I get puked on and have to clean up puke. And it’s awful to change diapers and see some messy surprises in it. Just awful! But, all these come with the joys of motherhood.

I can imagine and expect that as my babies grow bigger and older, their messes are going to be bigger and messier, too, and more serious. Sigh! I am bracing for that reality that they are going to create messes, maybe not the physical type, the kind of messes caused by mishaps, mistakes and wrong decisions that will break my heart and hopefully not but could turn their lives to the not-so-ideal direction!

I hope that as a mother, I’ll be like my mother. That I’ll learn to take the messes all in and persevere but to continue NOT to get used to the messes, so that I can continue to be motivated and not to give up on helping my kids and teaching them self-reliance and discernment, and how to clean up after themselves with integrity.

There’s a lot more to being a woman than being a mother, but there’s a hell a lot more to being a mother than most people suspect.” ~ Roseanne Barr

May 9th, 2010

A Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers, moms, mommies, mama, nanay, including grandmas and lolas…. especially to first-time-mothers and mothers-to-be.

For the whole week, I had been trying to work on a post for Mother’s Day! Something nice, light and appropriate .. but nothing came to me. I think, it’s mostly because the week has been difficult for me. I had been feeling … tired, doubtful and insecure, clueless, heavy hearted, inadequate, measuring myself below my own standards on being a mother, or a parent, etc. etc.

I tried to send out the Mother’s Day cards for my mother and mother-in-law, but we didn’t have stamps so they will be sent out late … until we will be able to go the post office. Another blunder! But I managed to send out Mother’s Day Greetings online to a few moms I know.

So the days went by. And then this morning, I dragged myself to get up to breastfeed Baby Mark, then Matthew, my 3-year-old baby, woke up and squeezed himself to sit with us in the rocking chair – just like any other morning!

I planned the rest of the day in my mind. I haven’t showered for days so I swore to myself that I will start the day with a shower and washing my greasy hair, whether or not the babies will cooperate! If only I had gotten up earlier while all the babies were still sleeping to take a shower… oh well. I’ll just leave the small baby in the crib, crying or not, when I shower; and then make sure the big baby will be preoccupied watching cartoons, if not i’ll open the shower curtains to make sure he will be by the bathroom door the whole time, and not fussing the baby in the crib. And that it shouldn’t be over 10-minute. Sigh.. how did a 10-minute shower became this complicated and so planned out? And then, I’ll give them both a bath – whether or not they will cooperate!

Mother's Day Roses

The flowers are in the kitchen right now, where it is the safest from the tinkering fingers of a toddler!

Already showered and Baby Mark already had a bath, I continued planning out the rest of the day in my head, while scrubbing Matthew in his bath. Matthew was crying the because I was scolding him for drinking his bath water (water from the tub) using his bath toys. Baby Mark, who has cooperated the whole time, was in the crib crying his head off this time! Then lo and behold, hubby dropped by from after their usual Sunday Morning activities with the cadets, took the baby to his arms and was standing by the bathroom door. He said he just wanted to say ‘hi!’ before he goes off for brunch. When I finished giving Matthew a bath, I saw the cards and hand-picked-straight-from-the-front-yard red flowers in the dresser. They were for me for Mother’s day. Sigh! Hubby did it again … make me feel like crying!

When I woke up this morning, I totally forgot that it’s Mother’s Day and throughout the recent weeks, I didn’t really put it in my head that today is about me too. So today of all days, I’m glad I showered! All my plans for the day – I threw them off the window, and spent the day being puked on by a baby (so much for the shower), picking after a toddler, facebooking and watching feel good movies on TV.

On another note, Baby Mark turns 1-month old today. On the better part of the day, we managed to keep the floor tidy and took some photos.
Mama's Boys Mama's Boys

May 12th, 2008

Celebrating Me as Mommy

I’m thanking you all those who greeted me ‘Happy Mother’s Day’… all blogging friends, friend who emailed, my sister who called, my in-laws and my mother, … and those who wished me well that day and kept me in their prayers but didn’t have the chance to talk!

And of course, I’m thanking my baby MAtthew whose smiles and laughter make my day, and my dear hubby who never fails me. They let me sleep in late that day. And dear hubby grilled for dinner and we just hang-out at the couch watching movies. It was a wonderful day!

I wish I have taken some pictures but I was too lazy to do anything, but I was entitled to be lazy. It was afterall a celebration of me as Mommy.

Mother's Day 2007, Me and Matthew, Taken on May 13, 2007

Mother's Day 2007, Me and Matthew, Taken on May 13, 2007

May 11th, 2008

Dear Mama

Dear Mama, Greetings on Mother's Day
Top Photo: Matthew and Grandma, Taken on April 11, 2007
Bottom Photo: Mama and Me, March 30, 2004

Get to know Mama:

A musical treat, Mama’s favorite song – We’re All Alone by Rita Coolidge .

To all the mother’s in my life, mom-blogger,
all my friends who are moms themselves, and those who wants to be moms,

Happy Mother’s Day to us all!


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