While waiting for Typhoon Hagupit to arrive, I decided to stay home today. Altho’ I have some shipments I decided to have them ship on Monday instead. I don’t want to take the risk.
Today is my only chance to clean up may kalat. Things have been piling up for a few months now and I need to clean up before Christmas. I will be out of town the week before and the week after the Holidays and I want to have a fresh start when 2015 comes.
While cleaning up and sorting my things I put on hair treatment. Shine Moist’s Henna Wax and Cellophane treatment.
I received some messages yesterday regarding my post, Favorite Child.
This is a sensitive topic for me. I am even shock why I wrote about it.
Like I mentioned in my post it brings me back to that painful scene of Sophie’s Choice. This is an old movie of Meryl Streep. I think this was shown when I was in high school or in college. I don’t remember anymore. At that time I still didn’t have any children yet but somehow I was able to relate to Sophie’s pain.
Having a favorite child is like choosing who you love more among your children. Altho’ we all know it’s not like that. It’s still equal love. But still I don’t want to have a favorite child.
One of my readers, Brazo de Mercedes, said my post was bitin! hahaha.
I really intended it to be bitin. I didn’t want to be confronted with the fact that indeed I have a favorite.
Now that my kids are all adults, so to speak, each one of them have already their own personalities. They have moulded to the kind of person they are now. And whoever they have become, I love them equally.
Given the situation of Vito’s dream, each of my kids will have a different reaction.
Vinny will solve the problem why I fell off the ship. And will think of the best way to save me. Typical of a cerebral person.
Vito will jump off the ship to save me right away. Without thinking. Typical of an emotional person.
Claudia will panick and will cry and will scream: “is mommy going to die? I don’t want mommy to die!” before saving me. Typical reaction of a woman.
All our kids love us differently. They love us the way they know how and who they are.
But they love us.
My kids love me. I know that much is true.
All three of them are my favorite.
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