Showing posts from May, 2012

My Baby Bookworm

Growing up, books were a constant companion in our home. There were books in all corners of the house, piled one on top of another like organized clutter.
The whole family was big on reading. I’d go through my Mama’s religious books, health and wellness books, my Papa’s inspirational books, and eventually built my own collection of books. While they were mostly bubblegum reading at first (think Sweet Valley and Archie comics), I’m happy my parents indulged me because it still helped build my love for reading. Then again maybe they let me read those because I balanced it out with the Nancy Drew mysteries and Childcraft encyclopedias I lapped up too.
It fills my heart then that at a very early age, I can tell my son has a love for books. Place a toy and a book before him, and he’ll go for the book. If he’s fretful, give him a book and he’ll be occupied for a long time. If he wants to play, he’ll reach for a book. While he does play with his toys, books seem to interest him more. Sometimes…

Papa's House, Mama's House

This striking story was written by Jean Lee C. Patindol and illustrated by Mark Salvatus. This book received the 2004 Grand winner PBBY Salanga Prize, PBBY Alcala Prize. 
             InPapa’s House, Mama’sHousethree siblings divide their time between the homes of their mother and father. Some things are the same in both households (they eat some of the same foods, play the same games), but others are not. Whereas “in our home with Papa we have many rules. I don’t remember all of them.” in Mama’s house “We only have two rules: “ ‘Be honest’ and ‘Clean up your own mess’.”
             Papa’s House, Mama’s Houseapproaches the topic of divorce, a situation experienced by more and more kids throughout the world, from the point of view of one of the children in the family. From a positive angle not always present in chidren’s books (which tend to portray divorce as a family “problem”), the young narrator reveals that, despite the changes in his routine, his parents’ love for him is sti…

Were the Eraserheads the end of cultural history?

Just wanted to share the blog of Lisandro Claudio

It was in 1993 that that the Eraserheads released their first album: Ultraelectromegneticpop!

I was nine or ten when I first heard “Pare Ko,” and what struck me at the time was not its quotidian poetry, but the “Diba? T_ngina!” that punctuated its chorus. I loved the E-Heads then and I love them now, albeit for different reasons. I remember begging my parents to take me to see them in Club Dredd. I was the youngest person in the audience, and until now, I’m not sure how I got in. I think Ely played one of my requests, but got my name wrong.

With historical hindsight, it is easy to view the E-Heads as representing the changing Pinoy youth culture of the 1990s. Buendia’s lyrics seek normality after the politically charged years of dictatorship and resistance. His University of the Philippines, for instance, was not the UP of communes, …

Motherhood is a career

Motherhood is hard work. It’s difficult but it’s the most rewarding job I have. I don’t think you can even label it as a job. Is it a vocation? Is it a calling? It’s definitely more than just a title or a name. I suppose it can best be defined as that connection between offspring and kin — mother and son, mother and daughter. To mother is to nurture, to nourish and to provide the best that you can for your child.

I’ve always been dedicated to my career. I know I’m a hard worker, responsible and reliable. Great mentors have been key in shaping the skill and discipline I’ve honed over the years. The more you practice, the more comfortable and confident you get with your job. There have been peaks and valleys, but along the way I learned how to navigate through the rat race.

Then motherhood came. How glorious it is to hold a son close to your chest, to get lost in his look of wonder and curiosity. I’ve never felt so needed. I’ve never felt such demand for responsibility. I’ve never felt…

Aruga: Alay sa mga NANAY (Unang Yugto)

ARUGA- Alay Sa Mga Nanay
ang unang yugto

a Kapuso Mini Sine by Dragon Pineda
Starring Isay Alvarez
Produced by GMA Marketing & Productions Inc. for Ceelin Syrup

Saw it for the first time on Mother's Day. The commercial shows how the Mom takes care of his son. I smiled when I was watching it because I could relate my day to day experience, my routine as a Mom. Then the background music of the commercial stops...The sons speaks with sign language to his Mom... His Mom is deaf mute.

This commercial shows how a Mom's love goes beyond words and the idea of love knows no barrier.

Kuwentong Nanay. Reading is More Fun with our Mothers around!

In my previous blogs, I shared to you my journey as a Mom. One way to connect with my son is through reading and storytelling with him. We read books every night before going to sleep. I am Booklover, while my son is my little Bookworm!  As a Librarian, and as a Storyteller to the young ones and young at heart.. I would like to recommend the local children's literature / storybooks which is all about values of children to their mother. Happy Mother's Day to all Moms!

UUWI NA ANG NANAY KONG SI DARNA Story by Edgar Samar Illstrations by Russell Molina
Darna is a Filipino superheroine, not unlike Wonder Woman. It tells the story of an Overseas Filipino Worker, working as a baby sitter in Hong Kong. It tells of the reality of Filipinos needing to live away from family just so they can provide for their family’s material needs. The story is told in an engaging and light manner. Through the story, adults and children alike can have a better appreciation of the sacrifices that OFWs make.…


This evening you woke up from a deep sleep,  looking teary and disoriented.  You looked around and when your gaze fell on me, you smiled. You cracked that little midnight smile and then whimpered. You don’t talk yet but I knew you were calling me. So I rushed towards you and enveloped you in a warm embrace only a mother can give her child. I snuggled against you, patting your thighs gently to lull you back to sleep, humming the lullaby you enjoy very much.

When I thought you had drifted off to sleep, I slowly inched away from you. To my surprise you grabbed my shirt, your eyes still closed, your baby fists gripping me. You didn’t want me to leave your side, and so I stayed. I stroked your hair and watched you sleep.

When I thought you were in a deep sleep, I began to make my way out of bed again. You rolled towards me, still asleep, and snuggled so close to me that I couldn’t bear to break away. Stay Mama, you seemed to say as you slept. So I did. I said a prayer of than…

To the new Moms: It’s okay to cry!

When Luigi was not more than a month old, there were nights that he wouldn’t stop crying. I nursed him, carried him, sang him a lullaby. No dice. I felt like such a bad mother, not knowing how to calm my own baby down. I was afraid I was doing something wrong, mad at myself for not knowing what to do, confused and overall, helpless. During those times, I would burst into tears and just sob my heart out. Eventually the baby would calm down. It wasn’t colic, he wasn’t hungry, I don’t know what it was! All I remember now is that he stopped crying after awhile. Each incident probably took only about ten minutes but from my recollection, they sure seemed much longer.

Other times, I’d be okay. The baby would cry in the middle of the night and I’d get up, nursing him, singing to him till he went back to sleep. But I was tired, so very tired.

There’s this one moment I remember clearly. Midnight became three a.m. Three a.m. became dawn. Luigi didn’t seem to want to stop nursing! Eventually I s…