Revisiting the Year Past
The night air is cool. It’s 3 a.m. and I’m once again up for my “date” with Nina. As usual, mother and daughter revel in the quietness of the night (Nina full from her nighttime feeding) allowing me to have my thoughts do its own meandering.
It’s another new year. It looks promising. I am hopeful.
I reflect upon the year past and, with the warm bundle in my arms, it is not difficult to see what it meant for me.
I became a mother.
And with that comes a year-long learning of how it is to nurture life within one’s self,
And the understanding of the sacrifice, selflessness and love that comes with raising one.
To say that “the day one decides to have a child is the day one decides to wear her heart outside of her” is an understatement. I am overwhelmed by the wealth and depth of emotion that wells up inside of me each time I look at Nina. How I have produced such a beautiful child is a wonder to me. A true miracle. To realize that she is mine, my own, brings aching joy in me. Renee Zellweger was wrong in saying “you complete me” in reference to movie husband Tom Cruise. No, my child completes me. The love one has for one’s husband can never equal that which one has for one’s child. She is simply a part of me. And her small hands clutching mine, her bright wide eyes mirroring mine, will be a constant reminder of how she has become my heart.
I became a daughter.
I love my mom immensely. We share a bond that, I must admit, only a few have. But going through the throes of pregnancy and having a child have deepened our relationship even more. She has always been my friend, my anchor, my confidante. During my pregnancy, she was my eating buddy, my supplier of all those delectable cakes. 🙂 My mom brought me to the hospital when I was due to deliver. She gave me a brave teary smile as they wheeled me to the delivery room. She was the first one I saw when I gained consciousness, the first one to tell me I’m now a mom to a beautiful baby girl.
They always tell me that I’m my mom’s favorite. They speculate that it must be because I’m the sweetest among four girls, it must be because we have the same likes and dislikes. Now, I know. I’m her favorite because she can’t help it. As each and every one of my siblings is also her favorite. With each child is formed a bond fashioned not only by birth but by love, concern and selfless sacrifice. Being a mother made me understand all that my mom did for me. All the sacrifice she made for me. All the dreams she dreamt for me. And I love her more than ever.
And I became a friend.
Funny thing about being pregnant – it makes one available to others. In my case, I was locked and shackled to the bed most of my first and third trimester, I was always available for a chat. I became a friend, a confidante, a confessor and, in some days, a psychiatrist too. “A” for “angst” would have been my baby’s first word. 🙂
“F” for fun and foodtrip would be part of her vocabulary too. I was “kaladkarin” as ever, available for coffee perks, dinner discussions and even morning breathers. I gave love and was the recipient of love…tons of it. The baby shower Blue Sneakers threw for me, acting in concert with mega events coordinator Ibyang, will always be one of my cherished moments. Not because of all the gifts and merrymaking that went into it, but because it evoked “friendship” in its truest and deepest sense. Simply put, I felt loved. I have always been blessed. But to be blessed with such good friends is truly one absolute fulfillment.
2008 was truly “the Bomb”!
It celebrated life, love and friendship.
I cannot help but be hopeful for 2009. 🙂