… with my daughter YLA.

The Haircut
My daughter came home from school complaining that it is very very hot in their room, her head most of the time is wet from perspiration and her neck too. so she goes mommy, “when are you going to have my hair cut short?” so i said, “ok get the scissors i’ll trim it to shoulder length.” then she said, “but mommy i dont want it straight i want it layered”. so i said ok, we’ll go to the parlor tomorrow (saturday)… here goes… i am now in this part of motherhood where my children gets to have what they want, it’s already starting… some more years then she will never asked me anything anymore. she used to always want to come with us whenever we go somewhere, the mall, the grocery, her grandma’s house… but these days since we moved to our new home, i noticed that whenever i asked her if she wants to come with me, like to the mall, she would reply, “no”, she’d rather stay home and do her stuff…

Swimming

*sighs*… so what i did (sunday), me and my daughter went on a bonding trip. we went swimming just the two of us, we had fun, i brought her to this beautiful resort, and gave her some swimming lessons… there was a very funny part during our swimming, i was doing my laps… then after a while when i took a stop, the water went in my ear so i tilt my head and tapped it sideways then told her, “i think im getting deaf there’s water inside my ear…” to which my daughter replied aloud, that the people in the pool also heard “MOMMY YOU ARE ALREADY DEAF!” i laughed so hard that the people we’re looking at me (i actually did not hear her said those words, but judigng from her face and the way she spoke, i knew she said it loudly..

The resort had three pools, we went to the smaller one, judging from the size of it and the children swimming in it, i thought the other side of the pool was not deep so i just let my daughter ran to it and she took a jump, i was somewhat shocked to see her sink in, and then came up struggling lucky she got hold of the railing, she looked funny, and yes, i did laughed and she laughed too, but it gave my heart a leap, the that small pool was deep for her…

We went home satisfied with what we did… these are the times that i’ll remember forever… someday, i know she’ll have a life of her own, we’ll be far apart and all i have will be memories =(

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and something to think about…

Anyway

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh excuse me please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,

“While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.

“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.
I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ’em, especially the blue.”

I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you

…anyway.”

~Author Unknown~