Each year brings about changes; some welcomed, some not so much. Whatever the New Year holds in store for us, I wish you all the very best. Here’s to another year of promise, another year of gratefulness and living life to the fullest. HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
I look in the mirror and and wonder where I had gone. Where did that flawless, youthful looking me go? Why is this middle aged woman with slack, lackluster and wrinkled face staring back at me? I had started to panic, I was scared I missed something in between youth and middle age. How did I get here so fast?
Then, swift like a douse of cold water, I remember. It was that thing that happened a long time ago when I decided I deserved more. It was that time when I chose to follow my heart and be with a man. Not just any man, mind you. I wanted one who could make me laugh. Well, he was handsome too, but that’s not supposed to matter 😉
The thing is, the more I look at myself in the mirror lately, I remember now why I look this way and it makes me happy. I get more beautiful the more I stare at myself.
I see every line on my face and remember the countless moments when we laughed so hard our stomaches ached.
I remember all the times when I cried I was so happy.
I was always beautiful even during the times when I looked worn, fat and unkept. I didn’t need a mirror then, I just needed his eyes.
When I went to look for a new bathing suit this past summer, I realized why the skirted one piece and tankinis were so popular with women my age and there were no yellow polka dotted bits in that department.
But I looked closer and realized that my body has become a map. It has gone and done what even my journals and blogs could not do. It has recorded every important milestone in my life and created this landscape on me. Every peak and valley, every twist and turn were all right there. All the parts are laid out just as they were meant to be. Raw, unaltered, honest and well-worn.
All I have to do is to look and realize… Hey, I don’t look bad at all! In fact, I do believe that man is not joking whenever he marvels at how beautiful I am…. wrinkles and all.
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It’s summer time! Time for salads and fruits and everything fresh. But why the heck am I having the strangest cravings for soups? I have been wanting soups with lots of green vegetables on them so when my daughter came home for summer break, I decided to try out this fish recipe that I saw on Overseas Pinoy Cooking. Normally my daughter likes her fish fried, but she said this fish soup is not bad at all! I liked it too, but I think I liked the miso dip that was recommended with it better. It’s what made the dish, I think, and I have been using it to complement other dishes.
I was a latch key kid. Do you know what that is? I haven’t heard the term in a while and I wonder if people still use it? If you’ve never heard the term before, here is how it is described in Wikipedia:
A latchkey kid or latchkey child is a child who returns from school to an empty home because his or her parent or parents are away at work, or a child who is often left at home with little or no parental supervision.
Anyway, with both parents working, my sisters and I would come home from school to an empty house. The TV was our baby sitter. Although we saw TV families with moms who had nothing to occupy their time but laundry and bingo games, always with after-school snacks at the ready, we (my sisters and I) didn’t really find it strange that we didn’t have a mom who did that.
And although we had wonderful male role models in our father, step-father and grandfathers, we didn’t find it strange either that they were so different than all the TV dads we watched on the tube. We realized at a very young age that TV does not necessarily portray real life. Never the less, we were fascinated with all the shows especially sitcoms.