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Lifeventure: Rocked by Mom-a-Baby

I. Babyhood-in-da-hood

English: mom and baby

English: mom and baby (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“You watch me, ok? keep me safe, mama’s going to sleep, just look at mama :D” That’s what my mom said she would always say to me as a baby.

     I was never the type of kid to cried a lot, or the type that shouts and be very talkative. In a Psychological perspective, I’d say it was mainly because I was a Cesarean baby, I was cut out from the tummy and I never really got that “first hug” from my mother’s vag. That’s what my course dictates, and so  I was a shy baby, and I’d just drink up my milk every time the bottle is filled.

“Oh! Empty again? that’s your third bottle, no more milk for you, I’ll put water instead” Every time she does that she says that I don’t really finish my bottle and I leave some left so I still have something to drink. Maybe it was because it was plain with no flavor, or maybe it was because I was smart 🙂 don’t agree? ok we’ll go with no flavor then, it’s your story after all LOL.

     My mom told me that whenever she was washing clothes she would put my crib near the door so I can still see her, and I would just stand inside my crib, be quite and just watch what she was doing. I like saying that I was never a rowdy baby, because children these days are so high maintenance, I’m not saying that high maintenance babies are no good, I’m simply saying that I was some sort of a unique baby in our neighborhood, so unique that in just 8 months old I was already walking.

tiyanak

“Ahhhh! a Tiyanak! Help! Help!” A stranger shouted in the night while seeing me walk on my 8 month old baby legs towards her, she had thought that I was a monster because of my unusually very small height. And when my mom told me this, I thought awesome! I’d achieved a “strong foundation”  since I was a baby (I’ve always though as the feet as a form of foundation because I like seeing tall people).

     I was never a sick baby also, unlike my older sister who was always rushed to the hospital because of something, me on the other hand I was as healthy as an ox. It’s just the environment that got to me. One time when my mom just got to our house (because she’s from Cavite and my father lives at Makati) it was very filthy, to the worst of the worst, and that made my precious baby skin irritated and with sores, it was disgusting (my mom described it in Tagalog and I could not dare tell the words in English). My mom had to rush me to the hospital to get me cleaned up. “What kind of house do you have? Are you spawning rats and cockroaches there?! Poor baby, look at him, clean that house up! Don’t let your baby suffer any further skin diseases.” That’s what the Lady Doctor told my mom and my mom was very angry at my grandparents because of that, some of that anger still lingers until today, I can see it in her eyes every time she would tell me that story.

     I was fat though, not like chubby fat but fat-fat. I was a bloated baby. If only I could find some pictures, but my cuteness level would have to be an 8 out of 10. Yeah, despite the poor situation of our house (which was cleaned after the incident) I was a bouncing baby boy with a bottle in both hands. I loved my milk, my mom says that whenever I would get my bottle to drink, I would smile first at her and then drink the bottle, how cool is that? 😀 I’d like my baby to do that to me, it made my mom warm and fuzzy on the inside.

     I cherish my babyhood, I was independent-adorable, I would be able to put the cap back on my bottle and I would just be smiling quietly and looking at people, I never demanded anyone to come carry me, I just stand quietly and be myself.

     I always wonder why I was like that, and I wish my kid would be the same as me, I’d like it to be that way. My cousin’s baby is a very noisy baby, it’s a healthy noise, I guess she might even grow up to be a singer someday. haha! But I’m a guitar-singer :P.

“we can never be too sure what a baby will become until that baby grows up :D”

Next  II. Childhood-and-some-more-food

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Fictional Faction of Friction

The wonderful cliche of Living

  “You enjoy every moment, you look over her shoulder, and you don’t notice anyone at all, everything else is a blur, but when you get your attention back to her face you see everything, a future, a past and that beautiful present God‘s given you”

         To tell you all honestly, I just thought of that quote now, and I was just going to talk about how silly it was for a person to fall in love with a person. But as I read back to those words I type, I slowly become even more confused.

Let me just check myself for a moment, I’m alive and still living in a country where it’s more of a pop culture to be in a relationship. I guess there’s just a lot of bad examples, that’s why my mind (your heart is actually hardwired into your brain’s hypothalamus so I don’t want to say “my hear thinks” ’cause it doesn’t) is so caught up with worrying whether or not I’m going to go through with this feeling.

And also I’m somewhat paranoid about things, what my mom would say,

The best way, if it’s the only way 😀

what my sister would say, what my colleagues would say, but mostly what my mom would say, she’s too narrow minded to really support me in my relationships, heck, if she had it her way she would want me to grow up with no wife because she wants to get rich, it’s always about getting rich for her.

        But for me, God told me so, seek first the kingdom of God and everything shall be added unto you, so most of the time I really don’t worry, I only get shaken when my pessimistic mother gets in my head for a little while. And I’ve been a witness to a Christian relationship or rather two Christians being in a married life, I’ve seen bad examples also but at our church, man, does God know how to put up a love story.

God’ll catch you every-time 😀

Makes sense though He did create the perfect love story about his Son dying and everything, and I really aspire to that in a sense finding someone that God provided, I’m uncertain if it’ll be as easy as meeting a Christian girl and falling in love with her, or maybe God wants me to change people as He commanded “go and make disciples” and exactly the word “disciples” not “wife-fies”. My mind is not ready for this kind of commitment, as to what I’ve concluded, I couldn’t even make a lovey-dovey blog to what I’m thinking but still I thank God.

“I feel good, God’s making me Mr. Right, right enough to find a Mrs. Right, for us to be both right in God’s eyes.”

The World We Live In

The World We Live In

I am a human being, enjoying life as a person guided by words that came from a holy being, and being in this situation I am at peace 😀

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