Switching On the Sun

We all have mothers. Consenting or strict, they are still mothers who probably differ in their approach in raising a family; particularly their children. Unless you’re too good, we don’t always get along fine with our mothers. Yet, one way or another, our mothers seem to always have the final say. It’s not that they’re being domineering; it’s just that, as the saying goes, “mother knows best.” Or do they? Well, we may not agree with them most of the time; but as far as anything concerning us ending up ratified by such mother-friendly adage is concerned, it may not look best in our books but it certainly is for her. Mothers only want the best for their children but it doesn’t necessarily mean children will receive the best. Motherhood is beyond ‘biological’ for it’s also about balance. She balances time and attention, luxury and necessity, yes and no, being a better-half and being the other half (except for single mothers), and other differing emotions. A challenging act like...

Yellow, more than the bright color that it is, its meaning is also ironically associated with cowardice. It is the color for a trademark of former Philippine President Corazon Aquino. Even before her passing, yellow ribbons were tied all over as a sign of respect and in support of Tita Cory (as she was fondly called) who was then battling with colon cancer. At least in that aspect, no signs of pessimism were manifested if only to wish our former President full recovery. Her point of view was sought for, thus, her recovery was then vital. Her presence has always been and would have been influential in persuading peace to rather be empowered through a democratic system. She has been, after all, instrumental as the principal figure representing every Filipino, in putting the Philippines in world history via People Power’s peaceful restoration of freedom back then. She's a global icon of democracy. True that her regime was the most beset with coup attempts. It is through one of these r...

I’m full. Too full that, as I sleep tonight with a bloated stomach, succumbing to nocturnal sudden death comes to mind… Though, I wasn’t hungry (and still full at that), I still had dinner with my mom. I thought it would be nice to join her as eating by herself seems to picture a lonely scenario. She misses her grandchildren I suppose… The house is relatively quiet from my children’s ‘welcomed clamoring’. I miss them as well… I haven’t had breakfast and lunch. It was already 5:00 pm when I had what would sustain to be an early evening meal. When I got back home at around 7, my mom called me for dinner. It would have been suited for me to decline but I wanted for her to feel accompanied somehow. Consequently, I’m overstuffed. It’s not as heavy as the depression I’m feeling though. The thought of being with my family as I was scheduled to fetch them remained to be for contemplation. My wife, for some reason, wants to stay for another day in her “comfort zone” I assume. They’ve been a...