Mommy Friendships

July 6, 2015 By Leave a Comment

friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What? You too? I thought I was the only one!" by CS Lewis

I stumbled upon this quote and thought OMG this is what my mommy friendships are all about.  Sharing those, "what you too?" moments that makes us reach for the oxygen when our kids are not in their sunny best and those "awww" moments that makes up for it.

Over the years since I have become a mom, I have forged new friendships to include my circle of moms from my son's school and daughter's school.  I have also forged friendships with my fellow bloggers, mostly moms as well.

Having a cup of coffee or enjoying brunch that turns into merienda is like going to the doctor for therapy minus the chair and fees. I tell them the truth.  The truth that my kids are not perfect, I'm not perfect but we all try.  And like a pint of my favorite gelato it always makes me feel better.   It tells me that we all have our great moments as well as the shameful ones when we blow our lungs out or cry like the frustrated 3 year old we are taking care of.  And it isn't that awful because they excitedly scream, "OMG!  What? You too? I thought I was the only one."

Read my post on: Shouting is the new Spanking

When parenting seems to be just so hard just remember, maybe 99% of the parent population is having it just as hard:-)

P.S. Guys TheGoMom has an Instagram (@thegomom) account and I hope you can join me there too.  Pleassse:-) I promise to give you guys insightful, informative and relatable posts to look forward to.  Appreciate it!

Trapped Between a Scream and a Hug,

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Finding Balance: Can we Moms Achieve it?

February 23, 2015 By 2 Comments

Quote on BalanceHi guys!  I feel so bad I haven't written anything for quite awhile.  It's been super duper busy and crazy for me for quite sometime.

Did I tell you I'm working already?  After 12 years of being a full time mom with just some minor rackets on the side,  I am now back to work.  It is not an 8-5 kind of work though but it takes in a lot of my hours. My husband, brother and I got into business and now I have to contend with HR duties (level of stress: Red Alert), lots of coordination and accounting.  Of course,  I also have my commitment to you my buddies in motherhood here at TheGoMom.   And truth be told,  I would rather write hehe but my husband says we need to eat.

The adjustment is quite tough on me and I guess for my kids too. For my kids,  mommy is less available, always preoccupied and oh so cranky. For myself,  I am constantly wavering in between feelings of guilt that I'm not able to spend more time with the kids (especially my toddler) and trying to get some work done.

Right now,  I'm trying to find the happy balance between all the things in my plate.  Ang dami eh.  Work. Blogging. Social media chika update from Facebook, Instagram. Working out in the gym. Reading. Hanging out with family and friends. Spending time with the kids. Tutoring the kids. Household errands.  Spending time with the husbandry.  And of course, sleep.

In my crazy fanatical way to restore balance, I thought I could do away with removing some things off my plate ...

Like, sleep.  I tried cutting it down to 6 hours a day.  Oh men,  I was cranky and my tongue was biting off my kids every second.  Plus,  I spent more time laboring over a menial brain task because my brain was half dead.   Engk, can't cut back on this.  I need my full 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Gym.  Gym takes an hour for the work-out, not to mention the commute to and fro. But nooo!,   my weight ballooned to epic proportions!  And more than that,  I don't feel good. I feel sluggish and ironically constantly tired.  My body needs that work-out.

And then I stopped checking on the kids homework figuring they are already big.  Sadly,  their grades dipped.  I still have to check on them and monitor their homework and quizzes, especially for my 11 year old.

So I guess my ramblings has led me to deduce that everything in my plate, I do need.  I cannot just remove one or drastically cut another (ok, maybe I can radically cut my social media hours).  Everything there is what I am.  I just have to organize my priorities and give the proper time for each area of my life.   As I said in my New Year 2015 post,  "discipline and order" will be my resounding mantra for the year.

What do I choose to do today, tomorrow or next week?  How many hours should I spend on it? What time should I do it?  How much time should I spend on it?   And stick to it.

In the end, balance is making choices from the things in my plate. And being at peace with the choices I have made.

Finding Balance,

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Joy in a New Package

April 5, 2011 By Leave a Comment

My husband and I have always wanted and planned for 3 kids.  I kept all the baby stuff of my 2 elder kids.   Our home is designed to have a 3rd kid.  But when the pregnancy tested positive, I got this weird thought that maybe 2 is just enough.  2 is in fact perfect!  I only have 2 hands anyway, one for each kid.  2 is very comfortable right now – resources and time are just enough for them with just enough spare for myself, husband and other passions.

And then there is the nagging issue of age to contend with.  At my mid 30’s, ok, ok, late 30’s my fervent prayer is that my child will come out healthy and normal, I pleaded for that (Thank you God for answering my prayers, mwah!).

Then I would spiral down to the world he will be born to.  It is not exactly ideal with all the calamities (how do I help him in a tsunami???), the Philippines still rot in corruption, down to good nannies are getting scant each day!

Lastly,  do I have more love to give?  More energy for feedings and play?  More patience to go through the terrible two’s.   Another round of tutoring?  More time to split between 3 kids?

The birth of my baby a month ago silenced (hopefully, permanently!) all the 101 issues I have.  He is all a baby would be and he is mine.  Round chubby cheeks.  Teeny tiny hands that is ¼ the size of my hand.  The heart melting smile that slowly creeps up his face.   The innocent whimper which will have his lips curled inward. His adorable baby coo’s.  And aaah the smell of his milky breath that I can’t get enough of.

He is joy in a new package!  A package worth growing another hand for!

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