It's been almost 2 months since my last post. A lot of distractions brought about by the burden of slavery called work made me miss my blogging ritual. So how does a working mom like me able to weather workplace burdens, relationship troubles, financial woes while raising young sons and endeavoring to live a full life? A lot of help from friends, loved ones; unconditional and silent love from my sons; and resilient spirit fortified by God's grace.
Sometimes I ask what is the essence of working hard but not having time to watch and be part of my kids' lives? Especially now that Jeff is a teenager and Enzo is not anymore a baby. Everyday, they amaze me and how I suffer knowing I cannot experience one of the most amazing things that happens in this world-- my kids' growing up. While taking a break from this post, Enzo took control and wrote this on the post " i like super inggo and karate kid my latest favorite is 1940 mark of zorro" - a constant reminder of his ever changing tastes and favorites.
Jeff is into computer gaming. It's a struggle to get him un-hooked. But our compromise is - gaming is only on weekends; no computers during school days.He strictly follows it- no ifs, no buts except when further compromises are made and only a mother's heart can understand why rules are sometimes bended. :)
Life should be simple, fulfilling and fun-filled. I intend to get hold of my life again not just for myself but for my kids as well. They are missing out on what Mommy has to offer in their lives too.

Enzo, my joy

Sheer joy. Have you ever experienced with someone an overwhelming feeling of profound joy that no words can even describe? This is the certain feeling I felt the first time I saw son, Enzo. He of the frail frame and helpless condition with tubes attached to my baby's body and mouth. But if ever I had a vision of what an angel is that was what I saw in Enzo as he lay fighting for his life inside the incubator. But my son is a survivor. With prayers and good doctors, he survived the difficult conditions of his birth and continuous to awe us of his wonderful talents and give us joy. Even if he is a bit mischievous at times, most often though he is sweet and loving.

He is my baby who looks more like me or does he? But he has his Dad's calm veneer often mistaken for being distant. But he wants to be sure of everything he does. And will always ask for approval from me or his Dad. At such a young age,he aims for perfection. I never tire of looking at him and find myself smiling and awed by my bundle of joy.

soccer

Enzo had his first training day in soccer last Saturday, Aug. 9,2008 at Marist School. It was breezy day. Nice day to play soccer. All the soccer moms were there. Soccer moms or dads I think that is how they are called when you have your son/daughter playing soccer. The soccer moms were a chatty bunch. I kept my distance from them. I was enjoying the cool breeze, the calm surroundings of the training grounds( the oval)and Enzo, who was all perspiration but enjoying it all. He didn't have yet the required soccer shoes and the long socks. Gosh, he was in his Marist P.E. uniform even. I shouldn't have trusted his Dad to take care of his soccer outfit. I don't usually attend my kids' activities at school, as most Mom are obliged to do.But I like this soccer training, I have time for myself while my son plays. All the other Moms were taking video and sounded senseless to me as they talked about soccer. I dismissed them at the start but then after watching the pure joy in Enzo's face , for the pride of getting the right kick or controlling the ball, I understood better the enthusiasm of the soccer Moms ...until Enzo tells me... " Mom,I should have taken swimming or basketball instead" :)

"Happiness is never something you get from other people.The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you are able to give"

Jeff, My pride

My first-born, Jeff always awed me. From the moment he was born with exquisite timing at 1:42 in early morning of September 7, 1995, he always brought pride, and luck, into my life. If you are into numerology, the time and date of his birth sum up to 7 and to add to the moment, he was born on the same date as his Ninang Reggie, an amazing woman herself and my best mate.
Jeff always excelled in whatever endeavor he chooses to take on. He has not yet learned or appreciated the tremendous gift that he has- God-given abilities and luck to conquer and achieve dreams that lesser mortals can only wish for. He had achieved feats that I even, in my lifetime, can never get near to. At such a young age (barely 1), he showed tremendous talent in sports and music. He can already shoot a basketball through the hoop with the natural gait and form of a Michael Jordan. In singing, he cannot even barely sing the lyrics clearly but he carried the tune well and expressed the song like a Pro. He did not pass through the nursery rhymes phase, he went straight to pop ballads and jazz ( from Jaya to April Boy to Renz Verano ha ha ha). And he has unfailing energy to sing his heart out in every performance be it in family gatherings or even office performances ha ha ha. I would bring him to my office and each unit would ask him to sing ( and there were about 7 units or offices in the company) his signature song then " Di ko kayang Tanggapin". With boundless energy, without tantrums even ( rare for a 3 year old boy), he would give out his best performance for each and every audience that he had. Thus, it did not come as a surprise for us that at four years old he coaxed us to enter him to the That's my Boy contest of Eat Bulaga in 2000. He went all the way to the Grand Finals only to lose because his voice has become hoarse from the constant rehearsals before the finals ( and then of course, the winners were better than him I guess, to be fair ) but to be on national tv and carried himself well made his family proud. Jeff is one of a kind. I just hope he continues this way... unto his next challenge .. the sports of badminton.. his exploits of which will be for my next post

I've always wanted to do a website for my kids. I think even before the time that the "blog" word became a craze. Now, because of a well-meaning techie friend or at least more techie than me, she got me started on this long-time project. Thank God for friends (like 'Che) who have all the time in their hands to help a friend like me to get my plans get going.

I wanted to post an album of my kids because I love them and are proud of them of course. On the selfish side I want a venue to vent my artistic eklavu.. hehe For practical reasons, I hate clutter in the house, I don't know what to do with all of these "old" albums ( which I can't throw away 'coz my Mom lovingly put it together or was it my sister? ;) )

Oh my, now I could not stop "blogging" hahaha.. Che told me I would get addicted to this.. so I will take a pause now.. and gather my kids' albums ( with nice scrapbook accessories hehe) which I made and convert it to my new passion... Finally, my kid's site on cyberspace :) A little tribute to my boys, my pride and my joy..

My First Post

This is my first attempt at blogging. This blog is about my kids, my pride and joy. I just want to share my experiences with them and hope that they inspire you, make you laugh, make you cry :)