My Singing Daughter

Okay, let’s take a break for a while. I am so upset because a blog that I spent two days composing using my tablet got trashed because I foolishly updated wirelessly after major adjustments on my pc. I have several posts drafted already, but I would like to get over this intense disappointment. I never did like it when everything I spent hours on went bust.

The kid singing is my daughter. We were on a trip for my husband’s birthday and she cannot swim yet because her bathing suit and sun block were with her cousin who hasn’t arrived yet. So, to take out the angst and whatnot, we let her sing her heart out.

Sorry for the jittery video. I was foolishly beating along with the song so that she can sing on time.

Filipinos can relate to this song, but for those who do not understand tagalog, it’s a song about a man who’s┬ádevastated when he found out that his girl left him for another man. He can’t eat, he can’t sleep, and he wishes that the next time he falls inlove, it will not be to someone who has the same heart of stone (pusong bato) as his ex.


My Growing Girl


The best blessing that I got for being a work-at-home mom is seeing my daughter grow up. I have seen her development from infancy to school age, and I thank the Lord that I got that rare, taken-foregranted opportunity.

I knew that the day will come when she will demand her own bed. Our culture is very open to co-sleeping, and her desire to have her own bed is met with both anticipation and sadness from me and my husband. She is starting to become independent, and we as her parents are ambivalent over giving her that precious gift.

Do you have a child who is starting to wish for his or her own form of freedom? Do share your story, I would be delighted to hear it.

See you around.

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