Let the light pierce through the darkness Close all old accounts, turn a new leaf Re-learn that old lesson of friendship Kill nor be killed, settle for lessening Amidst us of this fossilized hatred
Babsy
is my nickname
Perhaps that time has not come yet when our, Gods would listen to the beats in our hearts, peace and happiness spread their glow, perhaps we would have to force Mother Time?.
For the First Time I Felt I am a Good Mother
Hours ago, I noticed myself doing selfless acts for my kids and it made me feel special. I know for the fact that having two kids; a boy and a girl, that I am a well blessed but because of some negative aspects that surrounds it, I sometimes forget the good side of things. Anyways, since I am living my life now trying to see the best side of everything, I’ll try my best to have the heart and mind to accept and understand the flow of life.
I am the “official driver” of my family and I am the one bringing and fetching my daughter to her summer classes. Yesterday, after her class I decided to go to a mall to buy her a toy to play with this summer. On our way out after we have bought everything we planned on buying, my daughter saw a pizza and asked me to buy her a slice because she wants to eat. However, before she asked me I was already planning on buying a water to quench my thirst. If you would read just this part, you would probably say there’s no problem “go and buy both.” Now, here is the problem: The money is enough to buy only one of our demands. So it is either my thirst or my daughters satisfaction. As a mother, I think a little sacrifice won’t hurt, so I bought a pizza. Then we got into the car, I noticed she didn’t eat the pizza and I asked her why. She said, she’ll just eat it at home but I noticed she took a bite and I guess she didn’t like the taste of it. Home we went and the pizza was forgotten by my daughter. Here I am, Mommy dearest who sacrificed being thirsty for hours can’t forget about that pizza that was forgotten. (SMILES)
I am still awake at this time (3:33 AM) because I am observing my son. He is having heavy eye discharge while sleeping and I am worried that he would be hurt opening his eyes in the morning due to that. Earlier, I searched for ways to avoid that hurt and found one; I need a warm water and a cotton balls. Cotton balls are easy to get because it is just in the room a few steps away, but the warm water, I need to go down the stairs (checked the time – 2:50 am … Paranormal Activity). I build up my courage and got some warm water and cotton balls to be use on my son’s eyes in the morning.
The selfish me became selfless for my daughter and the coward me faced my fears for my son. I guess a person becomes SUPER when they become a parent or just having some to love – cared for.
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