Mommy Diaries Event

Saturday, May 28 and May 29 from 10:00AM until 8:00PM
Location	The NBC Tent
Created By	The LiST Group
More Info	The 2-day expo will have a festive atmosphere perfect for the Mother’s Month of May. With more than 150 booths featuring houseware items, personal care products, children’s items, baby products and accessories all under one roof, this will definitely be a one-stop shop and place to be for all deserving mommies out there! Aside from that there will also be special cooking shows and demonstrations, talks by pediatricians and psychologists, special treats and entertainment for the kids, as well as a raffle drawing every hour. TALKS ON THE FOLLOWING TOPICS: *Basic Life Support *Menopause *Breast Cancer *Weight Management *Osteoperosis *Cervical Cancer FREE SERVICES: *Bone Density Screening *Sugar Level Screening *Cholesterol Level Screening SEE YOU THERE!

March 11 Tsunami in Japan: Why this has happened?

March 11, 2011

I went into the kitchen to eat snacks, and I saw my relatives’ eyes glued in the TV screen. I looked up to see what was so important, and I saw Tsunami and an 8.9 intensity earthquake in Sendai, Japan. I ended up online checking on my friends Marisol Peralta and Marielen Borlaza-Sugawara. And just like my relatives that time, it was all over the Internet and Facebook. With a rosary in hand, I started to say a prayer for them as well as for the Filipino communities in Japan. 

There was so much to be done—bodies to be found, debris to be picked up. But what impacted me the most were the people on the news asking about their missing family members. Since that day, I feel like many of us are still searching for an answer, wanting those missing bodies found, wanting the Sendai and Fukushima Islands restored like the whole thing never happened. And with it thousands of innocent lives, their hopes and dreams for the future ended. Yet there were people left behind to find light from underneath the rubble.

I know the Tsunami has ruined lives and directly affected my friends. I have been more fortunate than most, and some say that I have nothing to complain about (and sometimes I couldn’t agree more). A priest once said in his sermon, why did God allow disasters such as these? He wants to introduce doubt to the people. Temptation in itself wasn’t bad, but giving in to such is a sin. We had to go through earthquakes (like in New Zealand), an Ondoy like super typhoon in our country and Japan’s killer Tsunami to understand that despite Japanese technologies and industries, the people still needs to know that there is GOD. Yet, I know that March 11^th has taught me, life lessons I have learned from the courage, faith and strength of others, all these and more, I will carry into the future.

ADHD is a GIft

Kyle trying to walk using his crutches.

Kyle’s recent accident wasn’t the first time his life was put on a string. His life was threatened the first time when he was just about four to six months old. A cousin (father side, then on his teens) was so jealous of him that he put a rubbing alcohol on Kyle’s bottled milk. We’d like to believe his guardian angels saved him because young as he was, he’d turn down the bottle each time that milk would be offered to him. Perhaps, it was his olfactory nerves that we should thank for. Perhaps Kyle had smelled the rubbing alcohol as a baby and knew that particular milk would not be good for him because of the strong smell. 

I didn’t know how he was saved at that time, all I knew was that I had taken care of him before he turned a year old for fear that Kyle’s life would once again be put in danger. He had long forgiven that Uncle (remember he’s our cousin) and they’re even friends now on Facebook.

I recently read that people with ADHD are accident-prone. I didn’t know this until my recent read. After what happened to his tricycle accident and his near-death experience of hitting an Isuzu car almost a month ago, I knew I had to watch Kyle more carefully.

Just being with Kyle makes me smile. He invariably had something special in him—a spark, a delightful quirk—which he’d sometimes try to hide, but which I usually can find. Then he’d relax, brighten up, and make me laugh and learn. Indeed, I think that people dealing with Attention deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) represent some of the most fascinating, fun, and fulfilling of all the people I meet.

People would often ask me, what’s hard in raising a child who has ADHD? The answer to the question “How many times do I have to tell you?” is about two thousand. Kids with ADHD are popular among their peers because they’re often the topic among teachers and parents alike. They would ask, “What are we going to do with___ (insert the child’s name)? They’ve been often subjected to a number of issues involving in school behaviors and often “labeled” by insensitive and sometimes harsh people of the society. 

With all the negative traits I’ve written, it’s easy to say that having an ADHD is a curse. To be honest, I used to think the same thing myself. I didn’t know much about the advantages (Yup, you’re reading this right, Mommy!) of ADHD until I came across this book I’ve recently read called Super-Parenting for ADD (An Innovative Approach to Raising Your Distracted Child) by Edward M. Hallowell, M.D. and peter S. Jensen, M.D.

So, what are the advantages of having an ADHD or ADD child? Energy. Curiosity. Creativity. They’d easily forgive. People with ADHD can’t remember a grudge long enough to hold one. Kyle immediately forgave Jamie after seeing her at the hospital the day she visited him. Kids with ADHD are often big-hearted and generous. They also have a tendency to be highly sensitive, plus a tendency to surprise people with sudden unexpected insights.

Kyle’s highly imaginative and has a real knack for thinking outside the box and being artistic in so many ways. He’s special, sometimes his zany sense of humor drives me crazy, alright, but it is also cute.  He’s got a special quality that draws people in, a kind of charisma even.

When he went back to school last week, he received a very warm welcome from his classmates and other third graders, two girls even wrote “Welcome Back Kyle, Love Teachers and Classmates” on the black board, bringing tears into my eyes. The boys seemed to be happy that he’s back, giving him high-fives as well.

Each time I look at his baby book, I couldn’t imagine how fast Kyle had grown into a fine young lad. Besides enjoying making people laugh at his jokes and playing pranks on people, he’s still the same old kid I know. Nothing much has changed in him and I will savor every moment of these remaining months or years that he sees himself as a child. With his third lease on life, I will forever be grateful that he’s still alive and kicking. 

Vix en Vance

Mommy Vix with her son, Ethan Jared.

When I first met her some months back, the first thing that struck me and caught my attention was her smile—it was spontaneous albeit shy. It had a childlike quality that complimented her demureness and I felt deep within me that I was beginning to admire her. At that moment, I became an instant fan.

Vix Parungao may not ring a bell yet, but I am certain she’ll be well-known someday. I find it funny that she’s been rubbing elbows with more popular bloggers (some of whom she writes for as a ghost writer) but they never got to know her at all. I consider myself blessed and lucky for knowing her and becoming her friend.

A hands-on mom to Ethan Jared, Vix and I shared a lot of things in common: we both love to read—if given the chance, we could’ve probably spend an entire day at FullyBooked or Powerbooks, we’re both fans of Kinsella, Coelho, Albom and Sparks. We both love the now defunct duo Savage Garden whose last hit song, “I Knew I Loved You” continues to bring chills down my spine as thoughts of college days haunt me. (But that’s another story…),We like joining contests (no matter how corny the prize may be), we love to attend mommy forums, seminars and events, we’re both cheesy sometimes when we talk about LIFE—and we’re both simple when it comes to dressing up, sans any makeup.

What I love most about Mommy Vix, she’s genuinely nice and she has a kind heart. She’s not someone who holds grudges—perhaps she doesn’t like to carry emotional excess baggage. And unlike other people I’ve met in the past, Vix is only one of those of few whose smile aren’t like shovels rusting in the rain. You see, some people may smile at you approvingly, but the moment you turn your back on them, they’d start to gossip and whisper bad stuff about you.

Did I mention that Vix had a big heart? She shares stuff with me without hesitation—her time, talents, knowledge, tips, infos—and she does that without expecting anything in return. She isn’t NOKIA (read: User-friendly).

I could still vividly remember how I met her, it was my first time to attend a mommy blogger’s event. We hit it off immediately. Yeah, it was like an instant connection between us were transpired. I knew right away that she’s not like the others., that she’s different, she stands out among the rest.

I didn’t want to go to that event. Now I kept thinking if I hadn’t made it there, I wouldn’t have gained a friend in Vix. I keep thanking God for Vix, she’s God-sent to me. She’s like my angel loan on earth.

Mommy Vix, this entry post is for you. I’d like you to know how I felt about knowing you. I may not offer the greatest kind of friendship but what I am is certainly my best. Thank you for the friendship. May the good Lord bless you and Jared always!

Pope John Paul II will be beatified on May 1!

I consider myself a woman of faith. I’ve always believed in God and I never questioned His existence. And as a Catholic, I believe—or at least try to believe—what my church teaches. But I am also practical and pragmatic person. Sure, I know that miracles happen every single day: the birth of a child, the blooming of a flower, rising of the sun etc. These are all everyday miracles we have taken for granted. I don’t know, for I think I’ve gotten a bit jaded over the years. I’ve seen so many priests, some of them I personally know who turned out to be feigners or fakes, or was involved in either sex scandal or corruption after their holier-than-thou personalities have been unmasked. But my skepticism was challenged to the hilt in 1995.

I saw the huge crowd lining up to see this man. I suddenly found myself overcome with emotion. I couldn’t explain it. Before I knew it, I was crying like a baby. And I had to run and hide because I didn’t want people to see me weeping and sobbing for reasons I couldn’t understand. I really didn’t know what happened to me. My friends say I was “touched by the Holy Spirit”.

Dang, I tried to give a logical explanation—that maybe I was moved to tears because I’ve never seen such a huge crowd in my life before or that I pitied the crowd—or something. But the more I think about it the more I am convinced that there was indeed something divine that touched me. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like my life has turned 180 degrees. It’s not like I had a very Saint Paul moment on his road to Emmaus. But that experience had a profound effect on me, I was humbled in many ways. That was the moment I saw his holiness, Pope John Paul II—I felt something in me that needed healing—my ego, my struggles in the world, my pride, my worldliness, my lack of faith, spiritual dryness, my anxiety among many others.

I’m still the same girl—with the same quirks and crazy inclinations. But now, I have a different perspective. More than ever, I am convinced that there is something beyond this physical world. That there are things that can never be explained by Science and that no matter how we deny it, all of us were touched by the late pontiff we all loved.

Pope John Paul II, Karol Jozef Wojtyla passed away on April 2, 2005, Saturday at 9:37 PM. He had celebrated his final earthly Easter week in enforced silence and in increasing and very serious sickness—multiple organ failure and heart failure.

Some say that at the last he rallied from semi-consciousness, looked toward his bedroom window and whispered “Amen.” And now he’s about to be beatified—which meant one more miracle in his name and he’s off to sainthood.

He had offered the world a great example, forgiving the man who failed twice in his attempt to assassinate him. The way Pope John Paul II lived his life offered lessons to the world on forgiveness, aging, illness, suffering, courage and on love and faithfulness. He will forever be in my heart and in my prayers.

I’d have to say, the late Pope truly deserves it. I will always remember him in my heart and in my prayers. He had offered the world a great example, forgiving the man who failed twice in his attempt to kill him. The way Pope John Paul II lived his life offered lessons the world on forgiveness, aging, illness, suffering, courage and on love and faithfulness.