To be in a perpetual state of grief
To always sink into a mawkish abyss
Held back, thrust forward, ill-equipped, here-you-go
It was to read as a brief chapter
Now it seems to play as the theme of the whole tome
Category: Family
Infinity Portal
Today, my daughter Zephyr turned 7. She has just invented an “infinity portal” (pictured below). Maybe she got inspired by History channel’s feature on Albert Einstein. Mix that with Phineas and Ferb.
She was explaining to me about what the portal does and how it works. By the end of her “presentation”, she kind of surrendered to the basic truth that it was just a product of her imagination. I repeated what Einstein said about imagination as being more important than intelligence… She gave me a reassured smile and proceeded to the next preoccupation.
I remember the early months that seemed to happen too slow, all before she turned one. Everyday was eventful but not as eloquent as the days near the present. She and my son Vedder talking to me about what’s on their mind is a gift that I hope they’ll never get tired of giving me. I encourage them to think out loud,to go bite more than they can chew, face limitations as a daily task that can be conquered. At least, that’s what I feel my environment taught me.
Ad-Lib
I discovered the library when I was in 1st grade after the school asked us to contribute books to bulk up their shelves in a make-shift room. You’ll kind of have this inkling that this space is a temporary refuge for the titles because of the rough finish of the floors and the unpainted walls. The librarian tried to enliven things up with letter cut-outs from cardboard and colored paper, but you can’t help but feel that the 5 tier shelves were swallowed by all this grayness.
Six Years
The last six years has been amazing… As it passed like a blur and the days piled up, I feel that I can only look forward to the next. I am but fortunate to have the luxury to absorb every beautiful thing that is happening around my kids as they discover the world.
Catmon
This blog is up for a year now. This started as a platform to write a tribute to Tita Vicky and her importance to my life and in how I process and adapt to my current situation. We are never perfect but it’s great to have someone who exemplify goodness, kindness and generosity.
As been said, she has always been
Teaching Cinderella and Spider-Man
Perhaps the most difficult role a parent has to do is to create an elaborate tent of myth to sustain the growth of your children’s imagination. Sure, I’d want to tell my kids the truth and teach them the value of being true and sincere with whatever and whoever they choose to be. But handling the truth about Santa, princesses, and heroes require, you know, kids’ gloves. Are they gonna be better off if we let them crash into the ground until they learn the concept of balance or are they gonna learn better with training wheels? The answer is much much more complex and if it’s gonna be aided only by odds (something like 80% of kids without training wheels perform better…) and not by something absolute, then it means you’d have to find things out for yourself and hope that the result followed the trend.
In The Name
I confessed my sin one time on the Morning show of Mo Twister and Sam Oh. Their topic of discussion was about that hint of regret in naming a child. It’s a tricky task that has a lifetime of ramifications. Mo named his youngest daughter ”Amsterdam”,
A Piece On Happiness
I live on a small, maybe 55 sqm of space that is easily filled up by two little voices. It’s not wide enough for two kids to run around, but big enough to nurture their imagination. It’s enough to give me space when I want to get lost in my thoughts and accomodate the vibrations resonating from my guitar. I could’ve simply said “I play guitar or music“. But I’m not sure everyone will agree. When I was young, I believed that I was an important piece of the universe and that the universe will make sense with me in it. Then I turned 18
What’s a Boy To Do?
I had this dumb idea of growing up to become a man before becoming a father. Maybe, it’s a sound idea, made dumb by
Saving For Shoes
Before, when the month of June arrives, hundreds of dragonflies in all colors and sizes fill the weed garden that was the vacant lot besides our house. It signaled the start of rainy season and subsequently, the new school year. By fault of association, we find the start of the school year to be depressing because
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