Mother's Day Obligatory Post

I have been looking for a picture of my mom and I together to put as a display picture in my Facebook account. I can't find any recent picture of just the two of us, just those crappy low quality pictures in groups. So what I made as a display photo of us is this:

I can't believe the last picture we had together, just the two of us, was when I was in elementary. That's me and her in one of my Recognition Days when I was young. It is such a happy moment for the both of us we look ecstatic, right?

The reason why we do not have so many pictures together as I was growing up's because she has to leave to work abroad. Times were really hard so she had to leave us to earn money. She left even before she can see me graduate from elementary.

So no, she was not the one whom I told who my first crush is. She was not there when I had my first menstruation period. She was not there during all of my graduations. She wasn't even there the exact day I gave birth to my baby. We never had those boyfriends conversations. We never had talks about the birds and the bees. We never had those shopping bonding moments together when I was a teenager. We were never the kind who gets to talk to each other everyday.

I once envy those girls who were very close to their mothers. Those who can tell every single detail of what's happening to them every single day. But now it's all clear to me. She did all of those for us. I now know that I owe her my life. I owe her everything. That I should be thankful because she's definitely not less of a mother just because she wasn't physically beside us every single time. In fact, I think she offered more.

She left all of her friends and family so that we can have food on the table, so we could have a good education. She endured all the pain to be away from us. I go somewhere without Saab for just hours and I miss her already, my mother had to be away for years.

When I told her I was pregnant, she said nothing against me. She just said she'll be home with me even just for a month because she knows I need her. Even if it was disappointing, she never made me feel that I was indeed a disappointment. She still made me feel as if I am a good person. Well. I'd like to think I am. She made me a good person. I was brought up by a great mother so I grew up to be a good one, too. If Saab will grow up, I'd like her to be just like me.

I think if a person would like to know what unconditional love is, all he has to do is look into everything his mother's done to him. Even if he goes astray or push her away, she still loves as much as she could, gives as much as she can. She's that one person who can teach you the very essence of the word.

If you grew up being showered by the love of your mother, you've been given the best gift life and God have to offer. I sure do know, I am one of them.

I know my mother won't be able to read this ( I won't let her of course, it's too cheesy!) but I guess it would be just enough for other people to know how much I love her. I owe her my life, and my child's life. I love her very much.

To all mother's out there, Happy Mother's Day and you truly are the greatest gift to your children.

UPDATE: 
So, here's the latest picture of my mom and I. Cheers to new pictures and to the fact that we now learned how to smile in front of the camera.

Bus Rides, Baby Carrier, and Barf-flavored Jelly Beans

Bus Rides

It was just yesterday when I had my first bus ride after twenimilyen years (or like since September last year). I obviously missed the feeling of riding one because I am eager enough to write about it here. Yeah, I missed the feeling of riding a bus every single day, back and forth, when I was still working, and even more, when I was still studying.

I missed the times when I was almost occupying the two joint seats because I was just doing a school project to be passed that day. The seat beside me was occupied with all of my materials, including all the cut construction papers, scissors, glue, basically everything messy and colorful. I can see the irritated face of that person who waited for a little while for me to fix my things and let him actually sit. And yes, if ever you're wondering I was able to finish the scrapbook before I left the bus. 

I missed the times when I bump into or share the ride with someone I know, or more specifically someone close to me (because if that's someone I literally just know, that will be awkward, knowing how anti-social I am). It's so nice having to talk to a friend for two or more hours... or if by any chance, the situation starts to feel awkward because there's nothing else to talk to, just having a shoulder to sleep on... or to just have someone you know sit beside you and not talk at all. I remember my guy best friend paying for my fare but I wasn't able to talk to him during the entire ride because I was too busy studying for my Physics/Chemistry exam. I was so busy reading something I really didn't understand because it's comforting to know that you've read the whole thing even if you can't understand a thing(that was my make or break final exam, about to happen just after I jump off of the bus).

I even missed the times when I can only wait, helplessly, for the bus to arrive at Taft before I can jump off it and run for as long as I am breathing. If you live in Cavite, you would certainly have an idea about what I am talking about: the heavy flow of traffic, or sometimes no traffic at all. Everything on your lane won't be moving for hours straight. During the first few times I've encountered this, I was too nervous that i won't be able to reach our school on time. Fearing that I would be facing those professors who loathe tardy students. But as time goes by, I learned to shrug it off. I was even at times laughing on those people who were stressing too much about it. Hey, I can't do anything about it, I am not the one driving. 

Yes, I thought all about that during my two-hour bus ride yesterday. 

Baby Carrier

So it was also Saab's first time to ride a bus yesterday.  We weren't really allowed to tag along since my Mom and Tita will only be commuting, but, SAAB'S INSISTING, so we went anyway. The first thing we bought was the baby carrier so we wouldn't have to carry Saab all the freaking time. She's getting heavier and I can't stand carrying her for hours in the mall.

After eating launch we went to the department store. My mom bought some stuff. I was patiently waiting for her to finish so I can also try some clothes on. Thank God Saab's such a cute baby all the salesladies wanted to carry her. We, of course, agreed. I was so happy I can finally fit the clothes I want to buy. 

Sadly, I have this other problem which resulted in me purchasing just one item. I don't have a shirt size that would fit me good. Mediums are too tight and Larges are too loose. What am I supposed to do now? Go on a diet so I could fit into the medium-sized clothes or eat more? Or should they just, you know, create sizes for the 'in-betweens' like me. 

Barf-flavored Jelly Beans

We were about to leave the mall when I saw Candy Corners store and I remembered Ferald telling me about these jelly beans that tasted like diapers and boogers. I looked for it in the candy store and found these Jelly Belly packs. Beside the boxes with assorted-deliciously-flavored jelly beans are the Bean Boozled boxes. Being the adventurous type, I opted for the Bean Boozled instead of the regular good-tasting jelly beans.  

This product has the tagline, "Dare to Compare". Apparently they have these  good tasting flavors and counterparts of very disgusting ones. They're of the same color and smell so you wouldn't know what flavor it is until you munch on one. 

Personally, I both like the counterparts, toothpaste and berry blue. They both taste good. The flavor that I hated most are rotten egg, centipede, barf, and booger. They apparently taste exactly like what they are called. Seriously, they taste so awful, my brother and I literally had the urge to puke. Mr. Taxi Driver was even very curious of what we're eating. He kept on asking questions about it. I offered but he begged off. 


Eating that would only be fun if you have someone to eat it with. Otherwise, I suggest that you don't buy it, P100 is not worth for every box of disgusting jelly beans. You wouldn't even dare try your luck. 


All in all, it was a very exhausting but fun day for me. It is, after all, a very different from the usual internet browsing-breastfeeding-sleeping day for me.