Happy Mother's Day!

Dear Mom,

The worst thing in me, living my teens...
was me, hating the mom in you.

The best thing in me, leaving my teens...
was me, loving the mom in you!

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
I'm so glad to be 28!








I'm extending my mother's day greetings to FrankeeGee, Iva Messy, Margarita and PinayRichMom. I'm glad to have met you in the blogosphere! You're experiences in motherhood inspire me.

To Fiercely Fab Moma and Glitter & Glam Moma, whom I miss so bad.

And to all moms out there. I have nothing but admiration for all of you!

Dear Mum,

You must know that the well-roundedness of me,
I owe it all to you.

When my loud music annoyed your ears,
I was analyzing reverberation and acoustics.

When I broke your all expensive china,
I was testing air resistance vs. gravity.

When you talked and I didn't appear to listen,
I was attempting yoga and meditation.

When I expressed my side in our many arguments,
I was practicing logic and debate.

When I fit my wedding dress despite your many warnings,
I was favoring science over superstition.

When I hid your loud floral living room curtains,
I was mastering the art of interior design.

When my Dear Mom posts flood your inbox,
It's just me. Missin' you.

Dear Mom,

In the episodes of my life I wasn't very proud of,
I remained flawless in your eyes.

In my disobedience,
You didn't judge.

In my failures,
You believed in second chance.

In my impertinence,
You swallowed reason.

As I pushed your limit,
You increased your threshold.

I guess there isn't a love so great
As a mother's for her child.

You rock, Mom!

It's hard to find people who will love you no matter what. I was lucky enough to find three of them. -Carrie, Sex and the City

Moving into this new city took a toll on my social life. I miss my girls... I extremely do. We worked together, you see, Fiercely Fab Moma, Glitter & Glam Moma, Shopaholic Wife and I. So another day at work was never another day of work. It was hours of chit-chats and giggles, bags and shoes, make-up and men. We had the most fabulous time... in the mall, at the beach, with the karaoke, over dinner, over booze, in long drives. Girl talk was at its best- bad times became good, good times became better.

We had our little pink bubble.

It burst a year ago.

Life branched in different directions for all four of us. I never discerned the vastness of the oceans, until it sailed us apart.

When I think about it, I realize how much I've given up to start this new life. But life must go on, I guess.

Then again, information technology has made the world smaller everyday. Knowing that the girls are mouse-click away... that should be my band-aid relief.