A love letter

I wrote this letter two years ago in my journal, just want to share it. This is a love letter to my niece Precious Rizah Kate.


Dear Precious,
This is my love letter to you baby. I hope someday it could reach you. I wrote this letter to let you know how much you mean to me. The day you were born was probably the happiest moment of our family. We least expected it though that you have an identical twin. When you were still in the hospital I cried, for a reason personal to me. You were very cuddly and utterly adorable. People around you adores and loves you so much. You smile very sweetly.Yet, you were very elusive to me. I understand it because you only seen me once a month but it hurts because I always longed to cuddle and hug you. When fate brought me home again, you are already two years old,it gives me a chance to take care of you and to get to know each other.. And since I am your godmother, people taught you how to call me "Mommy". At first it was very awkward to me. I preferred to call me "Ninang". However, when you learned to speak, you called me "Meme" the minute I heard it my heart leaps with joy. There was a unique joy in my heart. Until you learned to call me mommy. Precious baby, do you know how precious you are? You are very precious to me that's where you get your nickname Precious.

The first nite when you slept beside me was quite difficult to me. I had to change your diaper, changed your clothes,prepared your milk and then suddenly you cried in the middle of the nite for the reason I couldn't understand what. There was a nite that i soundly asleep that I woke up dizzily because you weren't in my side anymore, I heard you crying in the living room looking for your "wawa" your grandmother. Those were the training days for me baby. Now you are turning three. You learned now some tricks, your words are clearer now. You are very sweet to me and very makulit too. I take care of you and love you as my own child. I pampered you too much which make you a spoiled little baby. Because of this, it made your real mother cried because you weren't listening to her anymore. Yet there were times you did test my patience. But I can not rebuke you or otherwise hit you because you are just a two year old baby.I just left you and yelled alone instead. Baby as you are, you don't know what's happening. You then called me in a prolonged sweet bubbled way, "Mommy can you come over here?" My heart melts away. Just one call from you, my anguish just gone like ashes like how it blown by the wind.he he

Baby, I know I can't take care of you forever because you are not mine. In time, your parents will get you. Me too, has to discern my own calling. I will surely miss you baby. For one year that we have been together, so many sweet memories we shared. Though you may not remembered all of these because you are still young but your Mommy will keep these sweet memories forever. I pray for the best of everything for you baby. May all your dreams come true.



And to you my dear Princess,

Don't ever think I love you less.


Love, Mommy J

It's been awhile...

Wow! It's been years since the last time i blog. As i was surfing on the net, something urges me to retrieve my blog site. And here it goes, reading it over again and it just melts me. I missed the old days. I woke up not feeling well today but reading my write ups all over again perk me to live this day fully. Today is another day! What clears to me now is that Janice L. is back to blog again! :-) Happy Sunday guys!

My Dearest Mother

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.

~George Cooper

I dedicated this story to my Dearest Mother who is such a sweetheart who always believe in living a harmonious and a God-centered family.

Last week, I received a text message that my mother is sick. I was very sad and cried a lot. If it was not late at night, I just wanted to go rush to the bus terminal and be with my Mom. But all I can do that time is praying and waiting for the morning to go. I love my Mother so much. She is a kind of person who can sacrifice herself for her loved ones. She always set aside her needs and wants just for her family. She is such a good mother to us. No words can exactly describe how lovable is my mother and how we love her. She is a mother beyond compare.

She is anemic. She is taking some medicines now for her fast recovery. As a daughter, all I wanted is the best for my Mom.

As Stevie Wonder said, "Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love." And so as my mother.

I promised to myself, while I am still breathing I will love and take care my mother and my whole family so dearly. They are my truly wealth.

Thank you guys!

I apologized for not updating my blogs, I was preoccupied of some other things, it was a tough week actually. But despite of a lot of things that bothered me lately, God always give me a reason to smile, to get through despite hardship. I am very overwhelmed of the numbers of visitors who visited my blogs and the inspiring comments I received here and in my email, though I admit I am not that as good as other blogger that I happened to visit and read. I may not know you all, thank you very much guys for visiting. May the God Almighty Bless Us All!

The faces you will adore

These are my gorgeous fantastic twin nieces. They give so much joy to the family. At the right is Precious Rizah and Princess Norah at the left. I'm very proud to be their Aunt. :) :)

Looking back in the past.

"Jeez, if I'd known this would be the life of a politician, I never would had run," silently, I uttered. I was in the corner of the dance hall, feeling like a wanderer. This was my first night as a politician and I felt like giving up already..

When I was fifteen, I was already into politics and "having disco" to raise funds was just one of my responsibilities. OK, maybe this was just as easy as A, B, C but for me it was a big NO and I had my reasons why. First, because I am religiously acquainted, I always remembered the homily of the priest that the meaning of D.I.S.C.O is Dancing In Satan's Company. So for God's sake, why should I dance? Second, I was an honor student and dancing in public for me could harm my reputation. Lastly, among all my defense mechanisms this maybe the most valid. I don't know how to dance! And because I was the leader I had to take the first move....to dance in the center! Gosh, I rather gave a talk and hosted an activity than dancing. I felt like dying that night but I stood on my principle. No one can make me dance especially in the public.I hate being pressured! My co-politician who was older than me was disappointed. He told me to do my part and grow up. And finally, the night was over with our total earnings P20.00 ONLY. So little, not enough to pay for the sounds system.

He told me to do my part and grow up. Every time I thought of that I burned with resentment and humiliation. Who did he think he was saying that to me? He was so wrong. But maybe he was right but his whole approach was very wrong. He should understand I needed time to learn. Besides, there were so much to do aside from disco. In the first place, who wanted and put me in this position anyway? But later, I realized I was already into this and there was no time for blaming and backing out, I had to make those "hurt remarks" as a motivation. It was time for me to be responsible on the consequences of my decision and no one can make me inferior without my consent.

I learned that every person that comes to our lives, may good or bad has its own contribution in our lives. It is a matter on how we understand and take things.

P.S. Now, I can dance but to dance in public? I don't think so. :-)

...it's not bad at all

"You will come to know that what appears today to be a sacrifice will prove instead to be the greatest investment that you will ever make"

- Golden B. Hinkley

My family lived in this house for 28 years.

I know, this is not a dream house that others will wish for. Even us, this wasn't our dream house. But this house is very special to us . This is where my siblings and I building our dreams and aspirations. This house is full of love and care.Too many pleasant memories to remember. We dreamed that someday we can make this house into a nice one. We never thought of leaving this place.

But last January, my family had to make a big decision. For financial reasons, leaving this house was the main option. The first month of transfer was very difficult, adjusting the new lifestyle, the new environment, the new neighbors and the feeling of homesickness was terrible. Especially, it is a coastal area surrounded with houses. It is absolutely different in the way we live in the country, there, we are only surrounded with trees and the humming of birds. From a a quite place in the country to a place full of noise.

But God has been very good to us. We are showered with His blessings. Now, we are almost finished building our new small house. We've established good relationships with our new neighbors. The family meager business is doing very well.

I came from a poor family but I am very proud to have such a wonderful and fantastic one. As my mother always says, "We maybe poor but we are rich in heart."