I write this on a tiny phone, with your two brothers on my lap (each trying to get a better position), and a bit of guilt in my heart that I write to you only now, a day before you come out to greet the world.
Unlike your brothers, we will welcome you in a country far away from our islands. Unlike your brothers, we will welcome you in manner that may be a bit more quiet – less family and friends to surround us than in Manila and Naga, but definitely not lacking in love and support.
You are coming at a time where things are slowly falling into place for us, here in our “new home”. (New is relative, and so is the word Home – but, I digress). Tatay has finally gotten back into the field that he loves. The two boys have adjusted to school quite well. And Auntie Karen has made progress on her PR status – that means, we are not far behind.
This pregnancy has been very good, and I thank you for being such a trooper. We travelled, we cleaned, we walked, we lifted, we walked some more, we cleaned some more. We had a very “North American” pregnancy, with no Ate Cristy or Mommy nearby. And today, 38 weeks in, and I still feel great. You must be one strong little girl. I don’t expect anything less – you are my daughter, and I my mother’s. You are probably a force to reckon with.
Your Tita Issa posted something earlier:
“Mighty girls. May we be them, may we know them, may we raise them.”
It’s a reminder that you can be whatever it is you want to be. That you can be sweet and gentle, and strong and passionate at the same time. That you can be brilliant – and can shine and outshine. And help others find their own light within. It’s a reminder that, although you may be unlike your brothers in some ways, you are just as special, and just as capable.
Everyone says you will be protected by your older brothers. And they will, am sure. But I see now, that it is probably you who will teach your brothers to be real men. They will not dare become the type of man they want to protect you from. That has been a constant prayer of mine from the start – that the boys grow up to be good men (there is no room for male chauvinism or disrespectful language against women, or anyone for that matter, in our house). Your presence will make the lessons more relevant.
So, my mighty girl, we shall see you soon. Tatay, Nanay, Manoy, and Diko cannot wait to have you home with us. ❤️