the guest

I am suddenly reminded of home today. I’ve been living in a foreign land for some time now and I have managed to actually convince myself to somehow call it “home”. Although when I think hard on it, I don’t think I can fully embrace it.

Home is where the heart is after all and as long as my family (parents, relatives and friends) remain there, then this place won’t fully be a home for me. Nonetheless, I need to move on so I’m calling it.

Home is a place of Hospitality to the point that it becomes absurd. I am proud of this pertinent characteristic that we (Filipinos) are known for but I do not disagree that it can be ridiculous at times. Let me give you a clear picture of this.

When we have visitors come stay with us even for a night, my parents would offer their own bedroom for the guests to sleep in. If that is not preposterous enough, what if I tell you that my parents also change all the sheets and provide new blankets to go with it? It does not matter whether or not the bed was just made; my parents are still changing the sheets.

If that is not ridiculous enough for you; how about it I tell you that we also take out the unused and really heavy set of plates out for the visitor. Yeah, we do that!

I should mention too that before the visitors even arrive, my mom would make sure that we clean the house inside out. All the forgotten corners of the house are suddenly the most important area that we need to clean. We put away all eye sores around the house that are actually in there forever.

The gist is that visitors are treated as royalty among Filipinos. We give them all the best that we can offer even the ones we cannot afford. However illogical this may sound, that is the Filipino way. However odd it may seem, I am proud to be Filipino.

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#weekendcoffeeshare: my tiny human

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you all about my 6-week old little angel. It has been a roller coaster ride since I had him. I am both excited and exhausted spending all of the hours in a day with this tiny human.

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He got sick 3 weeks ago and we had to stay in the hospital for about a week. Couple weeks later, he was better and I got sick. I caught a really bad flu and I had fever going up and down all day for a week.

It was funny because one day I just got tired of being sick and laying there so I got up and told myself – I’m fine now. And then I was fine.

I thought my husband was going to be sick after then because it seems to be the going trend at home but thankfully he did not. Whew!

I once told myself, when I become a mom, I’m not going to be the cliché’ mother who talks non-stop about their kids. I haven’t been successful because my last 3 blogs and poems were about my child or a child in general and here I am writing my first weekend coffee share talking about my baby. Hah!

Speaking of the tiny angel, he’s awake; gotta go!

TGIF -we are home

It’s been a long week.. thank God it’s friday!

We spent the last 7 days at the hospital because our little angel got sick. The first day was the most nerve racking day – they had to do all these nasty test to my little one and though I cannot physically feel the pain he’s going through, my heart was bleeding.

The following days went by so slow. We have grown accustomed to our private room that it actually felt like home by the second night.

It doesn’t matter now that we stayed there for a week. What matters most is that now we’re home. We are home.

 

 

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