Being A Mom

I used to really hate kids.
I don't like seeing them.
I never liked being in the same room where kids are running around screaming their heads off.
I always had the feeling that they'd put a gum in my hair, or run a grocery cart right into the back of my ankles, or step on my newly pedicured feet.
Yes. All of those happened to me.
I hated kids.
Until I became a mom.

Now I see babies, toddlers, preschoolers and those in gradeschool and my heart melts.
Yes I still have those moments when I'd like to give those naughty ones a good spanking, but then, I see my son in my head.
And in a blink of an eye, I relax. And I smile.
Ooh those chubby cheeks and smiling eyes.

Ah I love you my dearest son.
Mommy will try to be the best mommy in the world for you.
You'll be home from Bicol soon.
Mommy and Daddy misses you so much.

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Changes

You asked me to delete them old stuff so I did.

That's how much I love you.
The part where I told you that my notes are a source of pride. It's always been true.
But for you I can forget my pride.
Funny, someone asked me which was more important, love or pride?
Course that was back then so I answered pride.
Then I lost count of how many times I ate my word.
You're the one who made me eat them, did you know?
Everyone I know is shocked at how I've changed. For the better ha.
My friends are especially surprised at how sweet I am to you (naks!)
They told me I was the farthest thing from sweet before.
Ha! What have you now?
Your sweetest wife, of course.
Or at least, trying to be.

I love, love, love, love, love you.
Thank you for the blog posts. It touched me to my very core.

Steady Strength

It's been a while since I've posted here.
A lot's happened already.
Preggers, marriage, soon to be a full-time mum...
Before all these, there's a small part in me that had inhibitions -
thoughts of our marriage not working out:
me leaving you, you leaving me,
you know, that kind of thing where it all ends in unhappiness?
I guess these thoughts are remnants of the beliefs I've had about love.
I never believed I would be lucky enough to meet someone who would truly love me.

Well, it's been a pleasant surprise everyday
To see your care, to feel your affection, and to taste your passion.
(The latter, really, has been the most amazing thing with me being apathetic mostly and all that)

Everyday I know my love for you grows stronger.
Steadily stronger.

For You II

I woke up today in total darkness.
But it was ok because I felt you beside me.
Your warmth.
Your heaviness.
Your silent, constant breathing that tells me you're asleep.
It gave me such joy because you were with me.
I searched around for my phone and read your message:
'To be honest I'm scared because you're scared'
I'm sorry for scaring you, my love.
I'm scared of hurting you, yes.
But I'm scared of losing you even more.
That, I've just realized at this very moment.
And it hurts when I think about how you will leave.
I've never been like this before.
Always, I have an exit plan before I go into any situation.
- into any relationship.
But not with you.
I never thought about this exit plan.
I just went with the flow when I started with you.
I'm not even thinking of an exit plan -
simply because my brain can't accept the fact that you won't be with me.
I'm scared.
I've always relied on myself.
I've never shared myself with anyone.
Not even family.
And now, I'm opening myself up to you.
Relying on you. Depending on you.
If you leave me, I'm lost.
You'll be my karma.
And I've realized that you're not beside me.
It was my brain playing cruel tricks on me.
I miss you.
I love you.
Don't leave me.

For You

I don't believe in Absolutes.

The Universe possibly doesn't have an end.
There is no such thing as Forever.

But let's talk about you.

To be honest, I never thought we would be together.
I've always thought of you as someone who's into the demure and feminine type.
So. Not. Me.
When you were into another girl who fit that category I've thought,
'How lucky she is to have your admiration and love.'
And now I am saying,
How lucky I am to have your admiration and love.
You know that right?

I'm scared.
Afraid to trust your belief in the Absolute.
But I trust you.
I trust in your love and your intention to stay with me.
Perhaps not forever but I know you will try.
I'm not the forever-type of girl anyway.
And I will try too.
I have never stayed long enough with anyone before.
I hope it's you I'll stay with.
Not forever.
As long as you're happy with me, I'll be here.

It's raining.
How apt. My blog started one rainy day, you know.
I've had lots of firsts with you.
I hope the lasts are yours too.

You don't have to make me believe in absolutes.
You're here. That's good enough for me.
See you in a bit. ^^

Still Untitled

How do you cry silently?
No sound at all
A cry so deep, it needs to be hidden
Crying like this,
Do you wonder
About the pain that caused it?
Anger is pain too right?
A mounting anger; It, too, runs deep
But why hide this?
Ah, there must be love behind it
Yes, behind it.
Love is powerful, yes.
So powerful, it creates it's own tempest
It lets the tempest rage on
Until love is truly behind it all.
After the tempest, does love step forward?
Ah no, love creates another spawn
regret
Love is powerful, yes.
But it's always behind
The rage and regret it creates -
Insignificant and forgotten.