Dearest I, J, K, and PeL, This was supposed to be my first letter to P (a letter I started when you were 37 weeks in my tummy, then continued when you were 39 weeks, and here we are – you’re out, healthy, beautiful, and so very pink! And it’s not done yet – and […]
Giving Thanks
Dearest I, J, and K, It has been so long since I’ve written to any of you. It has been a while since I’ve given myself time to sit, reflect, and actually thank God for giving me the gift of beautiful (and slightly crazy) babies. Last night at church, Deacon Greg talked about the importance […]
On Life and Everlasting Life – A Letter to J
To my dearest J, Tatay sat you all down, and let you know that his Lola has passed away. He quickly explained before heading out the door to get your Lola Auntie at church. You looked at me and asked “Is Lola Auntie sad?”. When Lola Auntie came in the door, instead of hiding, you […]
Giving Birth: Royal Columbian Hospital (Part 3 of 4)
These posts will try to outline the differences and similarities of my experiences giving birth – as well as what to prepare and expect. Hopefully, by documenting whatever I remember – I can be better prepared for number 4 (hah! just kidding. That’s it. We’re done.) or help someone else with their birthing experience and the […]
I Still Want To Be Like Mom
I stumbled upon an old blog post (Read it here! Written in 2004) about how I wanted to be a mom, and more specifically, like my mom. I wrote it almost 14 years ago. The way I wrote it is embarrassing (I’d like to think my writing has improved with time), but everything I shared […]
A Sense of Belonging
Last Sunday, our youngest received the sacrament of Baptism. Like the boys, she was welcomed into the Catholic Church early. She is three weeks old. Ig was almost two months. And J was a month old. Like the boys, she wore my Baptismal bib, a thin piece of cloth, with the Cross in light blue, […]
Your Tilde – A letter to Iñigo
So, I still can’t get over how much effort your preschool has put on your tilde. That all your personal spaces have your name, squiggly and all, labeled nicely. Before we moved back to Canada, we have accepted that in this country, our Ñ is not accepted in legal papers. We knew that our last […]
To Our Mighty Girl
Dearest K, 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 […]
Beating, Moving, Breaking Hearts [Moving Families]
I have read over and over again “Home is where Grass is Greener.” and my heart is heavy with a feeling of defeat. I did not expect to end poverty over night, or make millions of pesos with our first attempt at business. I knew it was going to be tough. But, I wasn’t prepared […]
Of Politics, Family, and FMD (This is for you, Franklin Drilon)
Because a lot of who I am, and what I do, is because of Franklin Drilon. For the past six years or so I have tried to lessen my political postings. Once upon a time (about ten years ago) my blog was filled with my little opinion pieces on our government, development, and other social issues. […]
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