Just scan me…

Take the day off today per the request of my eldest daughter. She practically begged for me not to go to work today. All morning I kept asking the children what did they want to do? They had no answer. Well, I told them if you guys don’t want to go out and I am just going to go eat. Well, the girl said let’s go to the mall. So to the mall we went. But the police, they stayed home.

So we go to the stores and we shop and we eat me look around and enjoy all the Christmas decorations that were put out right before Thanksgiving. It’s freezing how cheerful people get when it comes to the holiday season. Anyways, Myella was so overly excited. We went to a store called H&M and she saw the sweater that she really really really liked. She wanted to try it on. So she did. Then her sister told her to take it off. The little one said, “No, just scan me.”

Hehehe! Silly things my kids say.

She really liked the sweater!

Happy Birthday Son!

Today is my son’s birthday… he turns 17! 

So happy and excited that he’s reached this age. Every year that my child (or anyone) gets to celebrate their birthday makes me happy. It’s simple that’s why. Another year of life. 

He wanted a simple celebration at home. Nothing fancy or expensive, just good food and hanging out at home with friends. 

He invited about 20 people, but about 10-15 came. Still a good outcome… plus family of course which is like an additional 2030 more people.

Nanay made him his favorite dishes and a few that were made especially for his friends who are vegetarian. I didn’t cook anything, but I didn’t make the time to go out and buy food so that my mom can cook it and also bought some sweet treats, utensils, cups, and you know, the things additional that you would need for a birthday party. When it comes to birthdays, it’s priceless. The memories are priceless. I love watching the kids smile. I love watching my mom cook. I love hearing everybody say how wonderful the food tases. I like hearing people say thank you to my mom the wonderful food and I like everyone just complementing the whole birthday.

I guess I didn’t do much. My mom loves to do all the cooking. And I know that one day I’ll have the opportunity to do some of the cooking. I could or probably would never compare to the type of dishes she would cook, but you would think by now I would be able to cook just like she does. I wish we had a bigger kitchen. So that I could make certain dishes and food that my husband would like, that my children would enjoy, and keep the tradition going. But I guess as long as my mom lives, I will enjoy every second and every moment I have with her.

My son really loves his grandma‘s cooking. And I’m glad that she is here for him. I didn’t really grow up with my grandma, so I’m thankful for my family.

We waited until 5 o’clock and sang happy birthday and then prayed for my son as soon as his dad got home. This time, I make sure I didn’t accidentally missed the recording.

It’s still early. Family just came around 530 to come and celebrate with the rest of the family. I’m really tired. I wish I could just lay down and go to bed it’s still early. Family just came around 530 to come and celebrate with the rest of the family. I’m really tired. I wish I could just lay down and go to bed. But it’s only 6:30 PM. 

He stepped away from the party for a little bit to get some time for myself. I figured there’s so many people here already, they’re not going to miss me. I guess I was wrong, my husband just came to say hi and check up on me. He’s so sweet. At least, he thinks about me. And he remembers me. But that’s what husbands are for, right? To always be there for you, to always love you, and to be your friend when you need them the most. He such a wonderful dad too.

So with all this happiness around, Why am I crying? Why do I feel like I’m alone? Why do I feel isolated? Every year, for my kids birthdays. I take the day off. And I do little things to surprise them. It’s hard for me to wake up early in the morning, and truly greet them with a wonderful breakfast. I’m just not that kind person. But in the middle of the day I always try to find a way to bring to their classroom some type of treat. Whether it’s pizza, ice cream, candy giveaways, or even balloons, I always try to find a way to show them that I care. And it might be just a little thing. But it means a lot to me, because this is the day that I became a mom to them.

So, I guess my real question and what really bothers me, is… So why didn’t he introduced me to his friends his mom? Maybe I’m just being a little too sensitive. But he’s just going up so fast. And, sometimes I don’t feel like he looks for me or even talks about me as much as he does about his dad? I spend a lot of time at work. But I’m the most special occasions, I make sure I get that time off, just to be with them.

I guess that’s what makes it the most challenging part about being a mom. Sometimes, we don’t get recognize for the little things we do for our children. Which makes me realize that maybe that’s how my mom feels when I don’t recognize your for the little things she does. I’m sorry. I try to be a better daughter, I’ll try to be a better wife, sister, and I hope I can try to be a better mom. 

Especially for my son and all my children.


The night was almost over and my son and his friends were still downstairs enjoying the evening. I went up with the little ones to prep them for the night. I played with Myella and then I taught her about squiggles, a type of art I learned when I was kid. My art teacher would draw some type of shape and we had to make something out of it. Elijah was showering while we drew and guessed what we were drawing. Then Elijah was done and wanted to draw too. So we drew and wow, these kiddos imaginations are impressive. 🙂 But it was getting late and Myella and I still needed to bathe, so she drew a couple of squiggles for her brother and then we got ready for bed. 

God is good, because He knew what was in my heart and what bothering me. I think He also planned that I have four children of my own because He knew one was just not enough for me – this is what my kids did to remind me and showed me that a mother’s love is not blind. 

Had to hold back the tears. Then I wondered, did he read my post?

Hmm… ❤️ mwa!