Friday, May 30, 2014

The life of a work at home mother acting as a single mom

So I’m back to working at home. I am so thankful to have been given this privilege by my new company to be working at home because I get to spend more time with my daughter and I get to watch her closely and bond more with her. But working at home as a single mother isn’t all that fun as it can get a bit exhausting too because I have a very demanding boss who I love so much and her name is Danica.

So here’s how my life goes day in and day out.

I don’t want to start with the first thing I do in the morning because my day doesn’t start out that way. Let’s just start at around noon because that’s when my day starts right now (but this will change starting next week when my daughter starts going to school but for now let’s begin around noon). Noontime I wake up and start my day with a cup of coffee. I usually don’t eat yet around this time but slowly preparing for my lunch. I start my day really slow and you’ll understand at the end of this blog why. I prep myself to start working and around 2PM usually I’m already doing some work. As much as I want to focus on work, I can’t. Why? Because my little 3 year old, and sometimes with her cousins, would barge in my room and make a mess or would beg me to move so they could use the laptop. It can drive me crazy sometimes but what can a mother do, right? So basically the whole day I do my work less than I wish I could and more with getting myself insane dealing with a very active little girl. It pays though whenever she’d come to hug me and kiss me and tell me I’m the best mom in the world.
At night I usually get to work for longer hours and I love working at night because it’s more peaceful. I try to tuck my daughter to bed as early as possible but usually she’d fall asleep around 10 or during unfortunate evenings, around 11 or 12! If she is really exhausted then she’d fall asleep easy but when she isn’t then I need to do a lot of convincing and we spend a long time with storytelling before she’d doze off. By the time she’s asleep I’m also feeling a bit tired but I still need to work. I usually work until around 3am and I’d quickly try to get some sleep by then. Oh just to add, sometimes when I work at night I would still go and check up on her whenever she’s moving during her sleep because she would sometimes get nightmares. I’d rush to her so she’d stay asleep. Waking her up would be a disaster because she’d stay awake until dawn!  Usually around 5am she’d wake up and ask me for milk. Sometimes when she sees there’s sunlight she’d force herself to wake up and demand that I’d wake up too because she was told that night time is for sleeping and day time is for waking up so I should wake up. Considering I just fell asleep and groggy, that is just impossible so I still have to convince her some more that I need to sleep. Sometimes she’d keep on talking to me after I take off her diaper until she can already go out and be with her yaya. I try to go back to sleep again feeling really groggy. Around 7am or 8am usually she’d come barging in the room trying to wake me up for some petty reasons like she’d talk to me about Peppa Pig or Pink Panther or would tell me her cousin fought with her again. It goes on and on and on until around noontime I get to wake up and I feel like I could just sleep the whole day but I can’t otherwise I’d be tagged as a lazy person. 
That’s my basic regular routine… Add to that the other things I need to do to keep myself sane so I still squeeze in some time to go out and hang out which is one of the great perks of working at home. And although I’m glad to have this job, I also have a job as a writer and got a new task up as well so I am basically working for this company I’m with but also doing some freelance jobs on the side. On top of that, starting June 4 I would have to help prepare for her school which starts 10AM and would help her with her assignments!

Sheesh! And they think being a stay at home mom is the most convenient and laziest job around.


Sunday, May 18, 2014

An experience that taught me what love meant and it’s not what I expected

The time came when we had to bid each other goodbye. That time I was heartbroken but felt relieved as well. “I’m free”, I thought to myself. I was traumatized with what happened during our time together and I started to doubt myself if the love I felt was real in the first place or was it merely an illusion. Months passed and I affirmed to myself that it was the best decision I made and that we weren’t really meant to be and it was really just an illusion.
I hated… got angry… then eventually I forgave you. And when I stopped looking at you through my angry eyes I saw what I saw back in the day when love was still pure and life was bliss. I saw in you the man who made me comfortable to just be me. I saw in you the man I fell in love with, who never wanted to see me hurt, who’d run straight to me when I got sick just to give me a bit of comfort. I saw in you the man who was there holding my hand when I was being rolled in the operating room to give birth to our baby and the same man who held my hand trying to be strong when I was rolled in the operating room again and telling me I can do it and to be strong when the doctors tried to fix my heart. That same man who made me feel secure and trembled more for my fears than I did but still tried to comfort me.
I learned through all of these that people do make mistakes and one mistake does not define the person. We need to get rid of our angry eyes and replace it with loving eyes then we’ll come to see the beauty of the people around us. I am glad this happened… God affirmed to me that I was indeed made for you. You who completed me and still completes me… The man who is ever so willing to win me back even knowing that he’d end up taking care of an aching and sick old lady when the time comes. It’s not yet time for us to be together, might take years before we could. But for now I can say, we are for each other. Oh what a love story we have. It’s one for the books!

“As long as two people really love each other, everything will just fall into place.”

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

What motherhood means to me


It means wanting more for her and less for me.
It means taking delight in watching her sleep and hearing her snore.
It means wanting to protect her even giving my life if needed be.
It means enjoying every little thing she does, every gift she gives- no matter how small, simple or even just imaginary.
It means wanting what’s best for her even if it pains me.
It means learning to say NO even if it makes her say I hate you mom, because I know I have to say NO.
It means leaving my work or other things I do when she says “Mom, please read me a story.”
It means whenever she gets emotional and cries, I too can’t help but cry with her.
It means saying sorry to her when I offend her or make mistakes so she too could learn it’s right to say sorry when you did something wrong.
It means wanting nothing but the best for her but still giving her her options because it’s her life I can only be her guide.
It means loving her, giving her all of me, making her my world even though I know someday she will choose to leave my side.
For me, motherhood is a job that is the most rewarding, most fulfilling, life changing and it’s also the most exhausting and most painful job in the world. If there’s one thing in the world I would never ever regret, it’s by choosing to be a mom.
I am a mom more than I am anything else.