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It’s so easy to get sucked into the “Mom” role, don’t you agree?
It’s so easy to just wake up in the morning and know what you’re all about..take care of your child/children. Everything else has the tendency to just be at the background. Hey,you could suck at work or not do anything else productive but hey,you’re a mom. This is something we commonly hear…different variations of course. At times,not too good variations..
“I gained weight..I had 3 kids kasi,I’m a mom.”
“I can’t focus at work and have to rush home..I’m a mom.”
“I’ll berate and verbally abuse the darn airline ground crew because I need something for my kids..hey,I’m a mom.”
And so on and so forth.
People take it in so easily too. Mothers have special privileges,the same way they seem to have magic through the eyes of their loved ones. Being a mom,automatically seems to give one a certain level of maturity, and privileges by sometimes skipping a line at the restroom by whipping out that toddler..”Nanay yan. Okay lang”
This is true..I don’t look like a typical mom and people treat me differently when they think I’m a “Miss” but if I have to,I whip out the mom card or tell them I have a daughter and everything just automatically gets fixed like the Red Sea suddenly parting for Moses.I use it when men try to hit on me too. Nothing like telling them about your child that makes them run the other way..Aaah,the priviliges of being a mom. I hated this when I was single,by the way. Sometimes we let that “mom” role define us..always last, always strong, always gives her arm plus leg and add on the appendix. Mother with the martyr roles and some who just use it and abuse it (Yeah..admit it. There are some..)
Mothers are definitely special. In fact,the most number of text messages sent is during Mother’s Day,not Christmas,not New Year. My Mark and Bea gave me a special Mother’s Day by not letting me work the whole day. This includes cleaning up after the new puppy, cooking and washing dishes ( I don’t have a helper on weekends..so I’m "Inday" during weekends). We also had a Mommy Day out and I had my choice of resto. So,I chose Mamou because I love their steak (and normally not supposed to have any) and plus they had free Sonja’s Red Velvet cupcakes for moms (which Bea ate).
They had this grand plan of leaving me at The Spa so that they could find a surprise gift but that really didn’t pan out too well. The spa a.k.a. the mommy version of Gymboree. The massage was supposed to make me feel relaxed but being naked around other people,having strangers touch me and seeing other naked women just stresses me out. Weird phobia but it does. So for two hours my stomach was clenched and that really wasn’t relaxing. It was terribly sweet of them,though. I was so touched. I was also stressing because leaving both of them alone,usually means trouble. When I came out of The Spa,my fluffies got stuck in the rain it seems and didn’t get to find a surprise. I was fine with that of course. Just seeing them playing and laughing together was enough to make me smile. I was also still stressed over the people-nakedness-massage experience and just wanted to rest and enjoy my funny,different,silly family.
See? Who wouldn’t be spoiled? Who wouldn’t love to be a mother? Some households revolve around the mother. They revolve so much around the mother that we forget that she’s a woman first and foremost. Sometimes even mom forgets she’s a woman. A woman who should be the best she could be, excels, grows, learns..physically,emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. A woman who uses her being a mother to mold and shape and not be examples of the old,famous ad “Ang ginagawa ng matanda any nagiging tama sa mata ng bata.” Sometimes as mothers we forget that being the best woman you can be can make you the best mom you can be. They say the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Let it be the best hands then.
Belated Happy Mother's Day,lovely mommies and mommies to be!
It’s so easy to just wake up in the morning and know what you’re all about..take care of your child/children. Everything else has the tendency to just be at the background. Hey,you could suck at work or not do anything else productive but hey,you’re a mom. This is something we commonly hear…different variations of course. At times,not too good variations..
“I gained weight..I had 3 kids kasi,I’m a mom.”
“I can’t focus at work and have to rush home..I’m a mom.”
“I’ll berate and verbally abuse the darn airline ground crew because I need something for my kids..hey,I’m a mom.”
And so on and so forth.
People take it in so easily too. Mothers have special privileges,the same way they seem to have magic through the eyes of their loved ones. Being a mom,automatically seems to give one a certain level of maturity, and privileges by sometimes skipping a line at the restroom by whipping out that toddler..”Nanay yan. Okay lang”
This is true..I don’t look like a typical mom and people treat me differently when they think I’m a “Miss” but if I have to,I whip out the mom card or tell them I have a daughter and everything just automatically gets fixed like the Red Sea suddenly parting for Moses.I use it when men try to hit on me too. Nothing like telling them about your child that makes them run the other way..Aaah,the priviliges of being a mom. I hated this when I was single,by the way. Sometimes we let that “mom” role define us..always last, always strong, always gives her arm plus leg and add on the appendix. Mother with the martyr roles and some who just use it and abuse it (Yeah..admit it. There are some..)
Mothers are definitely special. In fact,the most number of text messages sent is during Mother’s Day,not Christmas,not New Year. My Mark and Bea gave me a special Mother’s Day by not letting me work the whole day. This includes cleaning up after the new puppy, cooking and washing dishes ( I don’t have a helper on weekends..so I’m "Inday" during weekends). We also had a Mommy Day out and I had my choice of resto. So,I chose Mamou because I love their steak (and normally not supposed to have any) and plus they had free Sonja’s Red Velvet cupcakes for moms (which Bea ate).
They had this grand plan of leaving me at The Spa so that they could find a surprise gift but that really didn’t pan out too well. The spa a.k.a. the mommy version of Gymboree. The massage was supposed to make me feel relaxed but being naked around other people,having strangers touch me and seeing other naked women just stresses me out. Weird phobia but it does. So for two hours my stomach was clenched and that really wasn’t relaxing. It was terribly sweet of them,though. I was so touched. I was also stressing because leaving both of them alone,usually means trouble. When I came out of The Spa,my fluffies got stuck in the rain it seems and didn’t get to find a surprise. I was fine with that of course. Just seeing them playing and laughing together was enough to make me smile. I was also still stressed over the people-nakedness-massage experience and just wanted to rest and enjoy my funny,different,silly family.
See? Who wouldn’t be spoiled? Who wouldn’t love to be a mother? Some households revolve around the mother. They revolve so much around the mother that we forget that she’s a woman first and foremost. Sometimes even mom forgets she’s a woman. A woman who should be the best she could be, excels, grows, learns..physically,emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. A woman who uses her being a mother to mold and shape and not be examples of the old,famous ad “Ang ginagawa ng matanda any nagiging tama sa mata ng bata.” Sometimes as mothers we forget that being the best woman you can be can make you the best mom you can be. They say the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Let it be the best hands then.
Belated Happy Mother's Day,lovely mommies and mommies to be!
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