Mother of Boys

Three to be specific. It’s a Sunday morning. We were to go church in the morning and a friend’s son’s birthday/daughter’s baptismal party later in the afternoon. Woke up to the baby’s complaint of his poopy diaper. As soon as it was changed, I went back to sleep… that is until the middle one needed some attention. I decided I was not getting any more shut eye for the morning so I tended to my son. Then, groggily brushed my teeth and put on contacts. Aahhh… a clear blue sky outside. Cleared the sink, cook breakfast, cooked again because the older one did not want eggs today. Husband has a headache… probably from riding the trains in Japan last week and a little bit jet lagged. My dizziness went away yesterday. Four days in Japan with only a day or two to get situated did our bodies damage. Luckily, the kids were here in Hawaii with grandparents. Yes we left the one year-old, two year-old, & the oldest with grandparents. They had fun.

So, we did not go to church this morning.


Growing growing good

“Trust the journey” printed on a piece of fortune paper that I got from a St Pauline bookstore long ago. Now I have two more bundles of sons and today marks my husband’s and I fourth wedding anniversary. Boy was I in for it when I read that. Then, I was hungry for all things good. I still am today but my eyes are open to all the suffering out in this world. I pray through God to bring sunshines in today’s darkness. Before, I had a big passion to do big things to save the world. I still have this yearning but I realize it would be through “little” things. Today’s “little” thing was enjoying big bubbles with my two little ones and papa. Watching the glassed soap floating in the Hawaiian blue sky. I also have a card for the hubby. He loves to read what I pick out. We’ll see where in my journey these “little” things take me.


Captain Marvel

The modern day fairytale. And I loved everything about it! Carol, the badass superhero glowing every blitz of powerful gold on her mysterious journey of finding herself in the midst of guns, lies, and of course the supernatural.

In relation to the role of a mother, I’m stuck in between… does a mother go out into the world to work? Or does she stay home to tend to her family full-time. Is the in between where working part-time a mediocre choice? And if so, how does one balance the different directions a mother’s heart is being pulled? What is the basis of a mother’s decision to this significant choice?

My question to Carol

1) Where is Monica’s Father?