That Was 3 Weeks Ago

Three weeks ago, I have bowed to speak to my LO in Tagalog (Filipino). 

Today, I am still here talking to her in English! πŸ˜‘

“Ben je Engels Mama? (Are you English Mama?)”, she asked.

“No baby, Mama is a Filipino.”

“Then why do you speak English?”


Duterte must not be really proud of me. πŸ˜›


Vakantie Dag 4: Clean your Driveway

I had been wanting to pull out all the unwanted grasses poking out between the cement and rocks in the driveway but somehow always found the right excuse to not do it.

“I am tired.”

“Don’t have enough time now.”

“I will do that tomorrow.”

The other day, while having breakfast, our doorbell rang.

Heard husband talk to somebody.

Door closed.

“Who was that?”

“Two foreign boys asking if they can do some work for us today.”, he replied.

“So where are they?”, thinking about the driveway.

“They’re gone..”, his eyes on the TV.

“We should have asked them to clean the driveway for us.  Call them back.”

“No. We do it.”, said he.

“Really?? 😏😏😏”, looking all skeptical.

“Oh no. You do it. You want it cleaned.”

And so here I was, tired as being tired can be.

The lazy me underestimated cleaning.

This reminded me of my Lola Cion in the Philippines. She was always on the go! Cleaning everything spotless, depotting the plants, trimming the plants and the trees, baking, sewing..”

And I cannot even do half of these things.

Am lazy. But I have to continue today with the driveway. 😞

Bedtime Story…

“Met wie ga ik trouwen Mama?” (“Who am I going to marry, Mama?)

10 deafening-silent seconds followed.

My 4-year old.

“I don’t know yet baby..”

“With Papa?”, she asked again.

“No. Papa is Mama’s husband.”

“Oh. So met wie dan?” (Oh. So with who then?”)

“It will not be for a very long time baby..”, I answered back – not sure if I am helping her find her answers or what.

“Not until I’m 100?”

“Not until you’re 100. Yes!”, I added triumphantly.

“And when I reached 100 I will explode, right?”, she continued.

“Go to sleep ZoΓ«…”, thinking about my fatty belly. I thought then suddenly that my daughter might be  thinking that Mama will explode when she reaches 100 – as I just grow round and rounder in the middle.



5 Years!

5 years ago, also on a Friday, I arrived in the Netherlands armed with hope and the greatest risk of a lifetime.  

Now, am standing here. Thankful. Grateful. For everything and everyone around me.

In 5 years I accomplished big stuffs that are just not easily handed out. 

Guess I have been lucky. I am lucky.

Life is beautiful with the man who bowed to love me through good times and bad times (baby fats and all), and a daughter who is becoming more and more like me! (As per Papa)

What more can I ask?

One thing is certain: I miss my family in the Philippines. I know they miss me too. People you love are always in your heart.

We’ll see each other soon.