100 days ago, I was born. Motherhood was born.
100 days later, I recount my life. And a mother writes...
I gave her a gentle kiss and bade her bye until lunch hour. Lolo gently drifted to sleep just as I was about to leave for work. Trust that my heart breaks each morning I come to work.
|Lolo @ 100 days with her 'Happy Baby' Top.|
How I enjoy attending to her! Not even minding the sleepless nights (especially her wee-hour feeds @ 12.30 a.m., 4.00 a.m. and her wake-up alarm at 6:00 a.m.). I don't mind she pooping graciously when I eat, I don't mind she throwing tantrums when I wish I could nap for few more minutes. Because I so enjoy this phase of my life, it makes me feel great that I gave life. And the life is my girl Lolo.
My happiness is not always laughter. Sometimes, tears come as part of being a mother. Like when she got her first vaccine, she screamed dead and I cried together wishing I could share the pain or perhaps have taken the vaccine myself. Like when my Hubby, out of anger threw her pair of pants and I cried being so hurt. Like the night I and Hubby had a fuss and I cried because I couldn't imagine my girl going through the same marital issues (touchwood!) in future.
Every morning, I remind her to be strong, to be honest and live with a good heart. I tell her that she needs to stand to the adversaries in life, to stand on feet irrespective of anything, anyone and be good to one's survival. (She sure will be a strong woman for from the moment she was conceived, I fought through and I did that for my baby.) 100 days and Lolo has a dominating personality - very determined, arrogant and stubborn.
Lolo is the very subject of my survival and she is my model. She is everything I had dreamt of, and she is my reason to live another 100 years!