Clary Diary

My 4-year old son, Joaqui, was born as an eight-month premature baby boy. As we all know, babies who were born in preterm, most often than not, have complications with their internal organ. It is always the heart or the lungs, or both, which is commonly affected. In Joaqui’s case, it’s his lungs. Ever since he was born, the hospital became as his second home. He stayed there not for days, nor weeks, but months! He has gone through a lot of medications. Name every antibiotic, from mild to strong ones, he had it.

My husband and I started our love story at Mc Donald’s. I was only 16 years old and he was 20. I applied for a job after I finished my high school, got hired at Mc Donald’s, went through an orientation conducted at the lobby where there he is, mopping the floor…stared at me, and the rest is history.

All of us get to experience down moments on our lives. It is when things are not falling into place. It is when we feel that we’re alone and nobody to lean on during those moments. Nobody to turn to and no one to talk to. Most people turn to a bottle of beer or a glass of wine. It is where they find peace and calmness. Most often than not, they try to forget the things that bother them and fall asleep afterwards.

Indeed, mothers want to give the best education for their children. As a mother myself, I admit that I am meticulous in choosing the right school for my children especially for my 4-year old son. I haven’t enrolled him yet this year because his Occupational Therapy is still on-going and we are still working out to prolong his attention span before sending him to a regular school so I have several months more to scout for the right school that fits in to my qualifications for my precious son. I have a friend who asked my opinion about the type of school that her 5-year old daughter should go. She wanted to enroll her to a private school but unfortunately, the family income is not sufficient to pay the expensive tuition fees and miscellaneous fees that a private school has. She ended up sending her daughter to a public school nearby but she is not satisfied with the way of teaching that her daughter gets.

My ever loving and thoughtful husband usually brings me food every night because he knows that I love to eat before going to bed. One night, he brought me a yellow box and he said it was a box of delicious brownies. I am already lying on the bed that time and almost asleep but I really want to try the brownies which has a brand that I’ve never heard before. Mary Grace.

This is a long overdue post. I have been so busy in supporting my eldest, Ken, with his reports and projects for he is already a grade six student so the school focuses in preparing them in entering Secondary Education next school year. It just means more reports, more projects and more activities! Vacation is over! My youngest Joaqui also had a two-month vacation from attending his Occupational Therapy sessions at University of the Philippines, Manila. I have mentioned on my previous post  that he was diagnosed to with Global Developmental Delay Syndrome, one of a few complications for being an eight-month premature baby boy.

The weather has not been good for the last few days. It’s been raining all day. I hate that kind of weather because it makes me feel gloomy. There’s nothing to hear but just raindrops. It makes me feel alone. This is the time when I get to think of all the problems that I have. Problems that is brought by circumstances, brought by our disposition in life and brought by other people who are pain in the ass. But those problems might not have a large impact on me because that is the reality.