Consolation to a father's solitude

What's the difference between being a husband and being a father??? A husband comes home for one reason; but a father comes (back) home for two.

I left home for several times now and I'd really wish I have my only girl and my only boy with me everytime then. I remember on the first day of January this year going back to Manila, the first and only time I and my own family flew on a plane together, I was having my boy on my own lap never afraid but full of smiles on his face. Everything we spoke were specialness of being together without even being aware of it. I felt a sense of accomplishment but not completely.......not entirely. I realized I’ve spent half of my life studying...without achieving so much except for being a (good) father. What then should i tell to myself.... Keep goin', dadaddy!!! Success is just near if not barred by too much discontentment. I have the girl I asked from God and a healthy boy He gave us to be more grateful than ever. I'd been in many places, even so far countries I did not imagine - not to boast the beautiful islands and regions in my own country, the historic country where Pyramids conquer time (Egypt), the sound beauty of Barcelona, the Big Ben's country (UK), and the nice parks and must-see places in the small yet progressive country of Singapore. It was indeed good times in my life. But, i'd wish for the better time of my life, I wish my girl and my boy - a company i love and enjoy most - are always beside me the next time I fly out of my home country.

Yet I'm far I know they're thinking of me, and so do I always. I recalled when Heidi and JM (or Theo as some cousins call him fondly) with in-laws, made the trip to where I am now, as they were coming out of the airport, my little boy reluctantly came to me as if he's looking to an stranger. JM hesitated to hug me; that was understandable though I felt like I will faint then. After a couple of hours, things have worked well back to normal; JM uttered "Daddy" nicely! Yeheyahoooooo to me!

Now that I am missing those moments, yeah the "yeheyahooo" that I hope to happen again sooner. Those memories console my solitude; 'know it's just a matter of time (maybe just days) before i can hug and kiss again my girl and my boy.

Who's gonna stop me? I will come home for two!.... or the two will come for me soon!

sweeter life

Today is exactly one year since i wrote my first blog. A lot things have changed and time flies too fast that I don't even notice that I am aging (but who is not?)..... another +1 year to my personal numerics.

I recall the views of George Carlin about aging. He says that as people age, excitement tends to be reduced and the numbers (age) start to be put hidden as much as they could. The question of "How old are you?" is being answered in a manner less direct or even away from the question or inquiry itself (maybe up to the point of "no number question, please"). Mr. Carlin illustrates it by the following responses from being a baby or kid, adolescent to adulthood or super-adulthood:

Q: "How old are you?"
R: "I'm four and a half." (no one says "I'm thirty-eight and a half.")
R: "I'm gonna be sixteen." ( no one says "I'm gonna be forty.")
R: "I'm turning twenty one." (no one says "Im turning fifty.")

So quickly we become 21, we turn 30, then we're pushing 40 or reaching 50. It was just so fast! In one day, we say we make it to 60 or 70. After that, each day is being counted, we hit 80 and then we might say during our next birthday that "I was just 82."

But, isn't it true that age comes with wisdom? Others contend Yes but in a diminishing rate. To me so long i can count the blessing each day and each night, and every time i see my kid growing up with me and, of course, my other half growing old me (but not as fast), then i realize that wisdom tells me that aging at whatever stage remains exciting and fulfilling.

Yeah, i turned thirty five a day ago and my life, thanks and praise be to God, becomes sweeter and sweeter!

My honey and my babe on 8th of October

Hi! am just a beginner blogger. i decided to start my blog on my Nth birthdate, 8th of October.

I spent my day with my 7-month old baby boy and it was really difficult yet very satisfying. I really felt good to have a little bonding with my firstborn child. My wife needed to report for work and unfortunately we don't have her yaya and all the stuff to watch my boy was in my hands.

Gigs, laughs and smiles all wear by my cutee boy... twice he had a uhuhuhuh and good it was when i started changing his diapers... one in early morning and second four hours after. I kept talking to my boy and had a story telling eventhough he seemed to listen without understanding. That was almost half the day before my sister came over to assist me and I thank God coz it was indeed a happy moments for both me and my kid.

Then, came the night , my loving wife went home with a surprise .... not forgetting that it was once in a lifetime Nth bday of mine .. handing a kiss of greeting with lovepalooza favepizza.

How sweet life is, indeed, with an active child and a loving wife!!!