I don’t have a perfect year.
Not even a perfect day.
But I have many perfect moments in my life as a mother.
They make up my life.
They make me stick to my job.
They make motherhood the best job in the world.
One of this moments happened around 11.30 am and I captured it.
I was busily cooking two dishes, Cordon Bleu and beef tapa.
Then I took my focus off the stove and saw this:
Sasha drawing something while feeding Kiko.
Nina reading to Anton and Jose,
while my big boys, Luis and Pio, battle each other in chess…
I love these times.
They make me smile inside out.
It’s finally hitting me that I have 7 kids. I was telling my good friend, Rafela Sim, that the only rest I get is my prayer time. In short, I’m exhausted.
I was begging God to revive my soul.
So when I woke up late that Saturday morning, I was looking for a more leisure kind of day since my good husband was around. Little did I know I was in for a spin.
The Captain has always driven me crazy. I love that about him.
He asked me if I wanted to come with them for the usual Saturday piano class, etc. I don’t know why I said yes. I normally stay behind to have a break from the madness.
Lucky me for saying yes. He brought me to Kew to hear Mass at the Carmelite Convent. The nuns were so serene while Kiko was his usual mischievous self. Noisy and was not accommodating the silence. What a sharp contrast?
He invited me to have lunch at SoJo. Who can refuse that?
Then had my first cup of coffee after birth at Proud Marys. I wanted to have another cup but that’s too much of a good thing.
We ended the day with an indoor camping. Don’t ask me why? It just happened.
Sunday was for Mass, family and Mornington Peninsula.
Did I tell you that the apple pie and donuts from Johnny Ripe are worth the trip? Well of course apart from the beach.
So who’s feeling flat now? I’m all pumped up.
You can’t put me down.