Clary Diary

"... Because Joaqui has brothers, he will always have the best of friends..." I have 3 boys. My eldest is 16, my second is 9 and my youngest is 2. Maybe the universe knows that I am “one of the boys” since childhood til my high school days so I think I was destined to have all boys kids and it’s perfectly fine with me. My second child was diagnosed with Global Developmental Delay  since he was only 1 year old. His delayed motor skills, intellectual disability, low social skills and speech delay are the factors why he wasn’t capable of earning a lot of friends at home and in school. He couldn’t cope up with their role-playing games and he doesn’t understand most of the kids’ petty talks about the newest toys in the market, the places that they want to visit, up to their favorite cartoons on TV because of his speech delay. Another thing is, he is hyperactive so most of his actions like being giddy, roaming and jumping around, and most of his “ kakulitan ” were often mi

Parents play a special role in each and everyone of us. They are the heroes of our lives. Their responsibility does not end when we get married and have our own family. Whenever we need them, they’re always there. I see a lot of grandparents who took the role of their children when it comes to raising their kids because their children are either working abroad or here in the country and some of them were abandoned because the parents of their grandchildren chose to live their own lives with their new family. Proud hands-on mom to my 3 boys Sometimes, we tend to neglect their hardships, their sacrifices and we disregard the fact that they also have the right to live their own lives.

No, April is not my frenemy’s name, or a relative or neighbor. I meant, April of 2016. April has been so mean to me. Not my birth month but it seems like I was sick all month long. During the first week of April, I had flu. I had fever for a week. I have not been recovered yet when cough striked. A rib cracking, throat ripping one. I won’t forget those sleepless nights when it made me utter a curse while pounding my chest for difficulty of breathing. I already finished my meds for a week but I wasn’t completely healed. The following week, I felt abdominal and lower back pain. It even affected my legs and bending became so hard whenever I had to pick up something from the floor. I almost mistaken it as a UTI (Urinary Track Infection) but my lab tests were clear. The doctor advised me to have an X-Ray done if the pain persists after giving me meds. Thank God everything disappeared after almost 2 weeks.