Dylan, oh, Dylan

I am a ‘mommy’ and nothing feels better than hearing, feeling, tasting, touching –witnessing! that indeed I am one. My daughter is three years old and til this day I am tickled each time she would call out ‘mommy!” Every time I hear that word I am reminded of the bliss this one, unexpected role –motherhood—gives me. Now, I am days away from enrolling Dylan in nursery—her first formal taste of a social circle outside of her family—and I am giddy, excited, nervous but most of all, proud. My daughter in school? She is growing up and, again, I am reminded that I am a mommy—I have to buy her a baonan, notebook, crayola, accompany her on the first day of school (will she like it?), dress her into her uniform (three years ago this thought was as distant as the earth is from the moon)—and, yes, I love to dwell in all that crappy school detail. After three years I think I’m still getting the hang (and the rush) of motherhood. I never expected it to be this wonderful, to have so much love for one person that serving her is one of the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done in my life. Too much, really, that my friends find it OA: “Dahl, konting ligaw na lang sasagutin ka na nyan!” Ika nga ng friends ko. But this is what motherhood really does to you—the thought of it overwhelms you even during your busiest moments (like today I’ve a deadline but, wag ka, talaga naman kailangan kong mag emote otherwise I won’t be able to contain it)— and you just have to stop and think and smile and, finally, agree “etong happiness na ito, wazzzak!”