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Mom Guilt, Just Because.

Being a stay-at-home Mom is really not for the faint hearted. Last Sunday, I was left in the salon because my hair color isn’t finish yet. I was really disappointed with myself for having that “pamper time” which I really doubted that I deserved. It was my first time again after more than 2 years (last salon visit was December 2019 before the pandemic). The kids went home with the hubby and hubby was not able to rest.

I cried because of guilt — of taking my time off from the kids for almost half day.

I cried because I felt sorry for myself — because I cannot enjoy a pamper time without thinking about my children.

I cried because I kept telling myself that I deserved that few hours of ‘me time’ but my mind says otherwise.

I know that every momma with a situation like me can relate. No househelp, with two kids aged below 10, with a business to focus on. Add in how the society view you as one of the privileged ones, often misconstrued as moms lounging in the house all day and ‘only’ taking care of the kids and being financially dependent on their husbands. It’s a lot of hard work and a lot of patience. Honestly, I do not know how I manage to do it but I am surviving everyday.

But don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being around with my kids. I enjoy it when they come with me when I drive around to do errands for the day. I get unli-smiles, unli-cuddles and unli-kisses. I get to see their milestones and be there for them every step of the way. I love how their eyes twinkle when they see my face as they wake up each morning and their drowsy eyes before they fell asleep at night.

Just today, they asked for a Samgyup date. You can never imagine how happy my heart is seeing their smiles when we arrived at the restaurant.

See the twinkle in their eyes?

For me this feelings are valid. As a SAHM, do you experience it too?

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Life lately.

We finally had time to visit my Mama Sally and Nanay Pining’s grave. It has been 20+ years and I can’t help but still think of what ifs and what might have beens if my Mom is still here with us.

Afterwhich, we spent the whole day with the kids after a busy week of work. We ate, did a little shopping, strolled at the mall and ate some more. It’s such a happy feeling for both Gheoff and I whenever we see our children’s eyes twinkle with happiness.

We always make sure that we spend time with the kids every weekend while they are still young because I know that they will remember and treasure these memories forever.

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Cheers to 2022!

Day 1 of 365: May all our goals this year be achieved! Let’s claim it 🤞

Each year, I write my goals in my journal where I can read it everyday. It’s true! You attract what you think. For 2022, it’s more hustle for this Momma!

When I was just starting to build my career, my goal is always to be on the senior level management by the time I am 35 and people calling me in my initials — SEH (means of calling senior excom members in a company). As I was browsing through my feed, I saw some batchmates already achieved that same dream. Surprisingly, I did not feel envious or sad for myself. Maybe because I learned that comparing myself with others will only do more harm than good. I only compare myself with no other than myself 😉 hence I am able to think of ways on how to improve more.

Housewives like me, please stop thinking and saying that you are just a housewife (and stop mom shaming please). Being a full time mom is like working for more than 1 job. You have demanding bosses too 🤣. Working moms and stay-at-home moms are just the same. They only do what’s best for their family.

I may not be called SEH now but I am CEO of my own small business and also being called by three letters — M O M. I realize that sometimes things will not work out as you planned but certainly more beautiful things will come your way. 2022 is not just another year, claim that this is YOUR year. Spreading positive vibes on the 1st day of the new year!! 💋✨

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“I want to raise happy children, not perfect ones.”

My childhood was a happy one. Memories of afternoons playing with my sister and cousins. Sundays are spent doing groceries and bonding with my family. Evenings being tucked in bed by our Mom. Attending music lessons every Saturday.

I want to raise happy childre not perfect ones. This are my childhood photos.
Doing groceries every Sunday with my sister and parents. Our Annual recital in the music school.

“This whole pandemic has taken a toll on the mental and social health of children. Luckily, I have two daughters who can interact and play with each other. If it has been hard for us adults, imagine how it was like for them.”

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Memories of my happy childhood.

I grew up without strict curfew. We were allowed to watch tv or play with our toys even on school days. It’s just that our Mom constantly reminds us about being responsible with our studies and to allot time for every task. I study hard because I know I need to do it for myself and for my future and not because my parents wanted me to study and to assure them that every penny spent on my education is worth it. That is one thing I want my children to learn — to grasps the true meaning of responsibility.

As much as possible, I resist the urge to compare my daughters with each other, much more compare them with other kids. I want them to be the best version of themselves, competing with no one other than their own self. I praise them for their achievements, but at the same time I teach them how to be happy for other people’s success.

“I want them to be the best version of themselves, competing with no one other than their own self.”

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I want them to learn how to be contented with what they have in their life right now but also to never stop dreaming and working hard until they reach their goals without stepping on others. It’s up to them what they want to be when they grow up — no pressure from us, we will support them along the way.

No matter how busy we are with our everyday lives, we must see to it that we make time to talk and play with our kids. Parents nowadays are guilty of letting their kids play on mobile phones/tablets so that they can take some rest after a whole day’s work. I myself is guilty on this one but not to rest, but to be able to do some household chores. Yes, our children will remember the toys we bought for them, but the memories they will treasure the most are the moments we spent with them.

My parents did not raise us as perfect children: prim and proper individuals with straight A grades who can sing, paint, dance and act. But I was a happy child. I smile when I remember what was it like when I was a child. I can tell stories of my childhood to my kids and painting a smile on their faces. That’s what I want — to raise happy children, not perfect ones.