Happy Birthday Dad Mamark!

Dad Mamark. Birthday mo na naman bukas Happy happy birthday! Tomorrow will mark our third time to celebrate your birthday together. Dad, salat man tayo sa magagarang gamit o magagarbong handa sana thankful ka pa rin for another awesome year that God has given you. Isipin mo nlang po yung mga positive na nangyari saten this year and let's both let go of the negative ones. Kung tutuusin napakaraming blessings ang dumating saten lalong lalo na nung dumating si Baby Macey. Darating din ang ginhawa, kapit lang For now, i-treasure nlang naten yung mga priceless na bagay sa paligid naten, good health, happy family and a bouncing baby girl, those are the things that money can never buy. Mahal na mahal ka namin ng anak mo at ramdam na ramdam ko rin ang pagmamahal mo saming dalawa. Mraming salamat sa pagsisipag mo Dad, magbubunga din lahat yan. I love you ulit, paulit-ulit! Sana marami pa tayong okasyon na pagsaluhan ng magkasama, mrami pa sana tayong birthdays na icelebrate hanggang maging ulyanin na tayo ^^ Mag-iingat ka palagi, kayo lang ni baby ang kayamanan ko ♥♥♥ Happy happy birthday! Di ko na sasabihin edad mo, di naman sila maniniwala eh. Na-trap na yang mukha mo sa edad na 21 Happy ageing!

Happy Holidays everyone!

 

 

Greetings from the MamCee Couple and Baby Macey <3

I'm sorry, Ma! - An Open Letter for my Mother

Dear Ma,

The message on the picture beside this post is the exact message I want to tell you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that no matter how hard I tried since I was a child, you still see me as a disappointment, maybe worst, a disgrace. I really gave my everything to make you proud of me in every way that I can. But I failed. I'm sorry that despite all the things I have achieved, I'm still a failure for you. I am very sorry, really really sorry that I didn't turn out to be the way you wanted me to be. I know how much you wanted me to become a lawyer, I'll never forget that! That was my initial strength when I decided to go to law school despite uncertainty if I'll make it, that is always the first reason I always say when asked why I want to become a lawyer, because you want me to - because I want it too - because that's the only way I can make you proud of me.

I'm sorry that at the age of only 22, I'm gonna have a baby out of wedlock, I know how much it hurts you, believe me, Ma, it hurts me too. It hurts me so much because I know you are expecting so much from me because you know that I can. You know that whatever happens, I will become the person you believed me to be. I can't help but cry whenever I think about how you reacted about this blessing that unexpectedly came into my life. When I was not so young, I imagined myself having a baby, I thought to myself I'll teach her how to call you "Mamita" or "Wowa" or whatever endearment you'd like her to learn. I told myself, we'll visit you every weekend and we can have lunch together as a big family, I imagine you smiling at me thinking how proud you are of me for raising a happy family. It ended up differently, you've heard of the news, days, weeks, months have passed by still no message from you. You never even asked me of how my baby's going, how my check-ups turn out.

Macey is now on her way to her 32nd week this coming Friday and I can't feel any prouder of myself for continuing my pregnancy despite what other people might think of me, despite the reaction I know I'll be getting from you. I know your initial reaction is only triggered by your emotion as Mom dreaming big for her daughter, but it's still not the end Ma, I still got plenty of time to make you proud of me, but this time, it's not only for you, the pressure will be doubled. Whatever I'll do in the future will affect not only you but also my own family so I'll really do my best to be extra careful with my decisions.

I know, any kind of apology won't compare to the pain you are feeling now, I understand. I really do. I'm now becoming a Mom and if I were in your shoes, I might feel the same way, the only difference is, I will never ever make my daughter feel more neglected because that's the most painful feeling a person could feel from her parents, from her mother.

Christmas is fast approaching and  OB told me to expect Macey this coming December, I thought of you when I heard of my due, I told myself, there's a chance for the both of you to have the same birthday, if that happens, I wish it's a sign, that time will come, you'll knock on my door with open arms, pure acceptance and happiness about this wonderful blessing from God. Those are the only things I wish to have this Christmas, a healthy baby and a loving and supportive family beside me.

Before I was a Mom

Things I want my Baby Macey to remember..

I came across a post from The Metaverse Mod Squad here and came to realize that these 10 Things below are also the same things I want my Baby Macey to always remember specially now that we live in a very high-tech world, where with just a click of your finger, things might change and even affect we live our lives. These are also the same things I am most worried about for the future of my little earthling. So, I wish to share this to every parents and future parents out there to always remind their children of the reasons why we can't stand youth these days :)

1. Duck lips: Don’t do it. Whatever the future version of “Instagram” is when you’re digitally active – avoid the duck lips at all costs, UNLESS you’re dressed like a duck.  It’s not cute, sweet heart, I don’t care what your friends do or say.
2. Nudey pics: There’s a time and a place, and it’s when you’re a baby in the bathtub – and I promise, I won’t post those online (I’ll only show them to your future fian–oh god, I’m getting ahead of myself – where has the time gone? You’re not even born yet! *sob*).  We’ve all had our parents take those nudey bathtub pics, yes.  But that’s where it should end.  Don’t take nudey pics.
3. Potty language: Just because your friends think its fun to curse and say rude things on Twitter doesn’t mean that it’s going to be fun for you when I see it.  And if you think you can hide a Twitter or Facebook account from me? Think again – you don’t know who your momma is…. I will stalk you until the ends of your days. Not a threat – a promise.
4. Your behavior online is a reflection of me.  Straight up. Your actions online affect me, our family, my livelihood, and future meals on the table.  Not enough people explain this to their children – but it is the truth.  Even when you’re 40 years old, and I’m aging beautifully in my Squatter’s apartment on Main Street in Disney World (long story), your actions will reflect who I am, your aunt & uncle, your grandparents, your best friends, and our family name.  Have pride in us.
5. Empathy & Understanding.  It’s hard growing up these days (or in the future days, which I don’t understand yet), particularly online where you can see inner thoughts of developing minds splashed across profiles and smart phone applications.  If you mess up, I will understand – as long as you help me understand. And that goes for your friends – if they mess up, forgive them and find a way to move forward.  There’s no such thing as “black & white” – ask for meaning and context, be curious and loving.  It’s the Muppet way.
6. “Because I said so.” -> if I say this, I am sorry.  I’m tired or frustrated, and I need a moment.  Take a breath, maybe gimme a wee hug, and say “Momma, I don’t understand.” You will win a legit response every time.
7. Getting into spats with peers / trolls / friends / siblings: They’re going to happen.  Remind me to tell you about Sweet Brown.  She has this lovely message that I’ve really taken to my heart.  Because, at the end of the day, getting hurt by someone else?  Yeah: “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”  We can discuss further over dinner.
8. The exception: Bullies.  Bullies are bored, bothered, sad creatures who are missing a piece of themselves.  They strive to be cruel because they are not-whole.  If you’re being bullied, it’s because they see that you have that piece they are missing, and they’re jealous.  Bullies will always exist.  Bullies try to make you weak, and they’re difficult to vanquish, but when you do, you will gain 2x the strength, as long as you do it with respect and understanding.  I will help you.  I will help your friends.  Together we will be clever, strong, and we will remove the bully, or we will help the bully find his/her missing piece.
9. Please remember how special you are.  It’s because you’re special that I ask you to keep parts of your “truth” private.  Privacy will always be an asset and always be a challenge.  The idea of a “stranger” online is still being defined.  The digital world allows for so many new interactions, and I never want to stifle your curiosity in other people, cultures, or ideals.  I just need you to understand that YOU have a responsibility of keeping yourself safe, and that entails quite a bit of cleverness on your part.  We must be like Clark Kent, and protect our identities in order to protect our families, friends, and our personal safety.  I will explain to you what “private information” is a thousand times, and you (via osmosis) will become an expert about safety and online behavior.  Sometimes, though, it will be easy to let your guard down and share with someone – talk to me if this happens.
10. I’m sorry that I’m a horrible mom and won’t let you charge your smart phone in your room after lights-out.  I know I “suck” for not allowing a TV or a computer or a tablet or a laptop to exist as a feature in your bedroom.  It just ain’t gonna happen, dumpling.  Maybe when you’re 16 and can drive a (flying?) car, we’ll talk about it.  Until then: “Yes, I am a terrible mommola, and no, it’s not going to happen.”

Excerpt from:  AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE CHILD WHO DOESN’T EXIST 

So much more... By Cathy Whitten

I'd like to share this song to all the Moms, Dads and kids who happens to pass by my blog. This exactly express how I feel for my future daughter Baby Macey. I think all of us feel the same way, if there's anything that we can do to protect our children, we'll do it by all means even if it means hurting us. How I wish I can also write a song for my own child, but lacking a composer's skill and writer's talent let me just express how I feel through this song :)

An Open Letter to my Future Baby...

To my Baby Macey,

Although I haven't met you yet, I think about you all the time. I pray for you every day. I can't wait to connect with you. I can't wait to melt with excitement when I see you, to hold you in my arms and drown with love looking in your eyes. You have inspired me to be a better woman and to fight all the battles life will offer. You are my blessing and I will forever protect you and do everything in my power to make sure you know that you are loved. You are the reason I kept fighting. I love you.

Love,
Mom Jhaycee

2 years and counting ...

Yes! I'm very proud to announce to the world that me and my boyfriend will be celebrating 2 years of crying, laughing, fighting, loving and understanding on May 8.

I cried so many times just to survive this relationship. Fight so many time just to prove my love for him and I'm telling I'm willing to do it again and again because the kind of love we have is a kind of love others just dreamed of.

It's true, when you want a lasting relationship, you don't look for a wishlist of things you hoped for your partner to have because when you know the reason why you are with that person, it only mean one thing -- It's a definable love. When all those things you love about that person fade, your love for that same person will also fade just like that.

Guys and Respect

So, I was talkin’ to one of my best guy friends n’ he was askin’ me for advice with his relationship. He told me how much pressure he feels sometimes about not screwing up so he doesn’t look like a jerk and all he really wants is to keep his girlfriend happy but no matter what he does or how hard he tries, she always gets upset with him for even the littlest things. So all his hard work basically goes to waste.

That just made me feel even worse about being a girl. Now, most guys think girls hate them just because they’re guys and there’s this horrible rep set up for them, like all guys are made to hurt girls. But I think guys get less credit n’ respect than they deserve. A lot of girls don’t see what they’re doing to their boyfriend. They think that just because he’s a guy, he’s automatically the one to blame. Now I think that shit’s unfair. Okay, yeah I’m guilty for once hating on guys and saying disrespectful things about them too. But I’ve realized that while girls are over here gettin’ all this sympathy for being heart broken, guys have it so much worse. They have to put up this big front, pretending they’re strong and nothing (fazes) them because that’s what guys are supposed to do. But girls, they got it easy. They can complain, they can bitch, they can cry. Cos’ that’s what girls are supposed to do.

But you know, not all guys are out there to hurt girls. Sometimes it’s the girl’s fault, she sets herself up. But the guy takes the blame for it because he’s the guy, in the eye of the public: he’s automatically the bad guy. Girls, you gotta cut guys some slack. Don’t get so butthurt over the little mistakes or the choices he makes like not knowing that “in 12 days” is your monthly anniversary or maybe wanting to hang out with his guy friends once in a while, or act tough infront of his crew instead of being lovey dovey with you like always, or playing COD instead of watching Mean Girls with you on a Sunday Morning. If you don’t wanna be let down, don’t expect so much from him. You’re lucky to have him. He’s there to protect you n’ support you. Guys can’t read minds and they don’t know everything, so don’t get mad when he orders take-out instead of cooking a 5 star meal for you two. Sometimes they need a heads up, they need help, insight, hints! And they try so hard, just for you. All a guy wants to do is keep his number one girl happy, at all times. You don’t think it hurts them when they know they made us cry ? Of course it does. N’ yeah, okay. Some guys are straight up jerks but it works like that for girls too you know, some girls are straight up bitches but it doesn’t classify the whole gender,remember that.

A relationship takes two people, two insights, and two minds trying to understand each other, it’s not all about you, respect that.

Source: thediamondkidd

2nd Valentine's Day ...

Today is our second Valentine's day together ..

Last night I made a simple puzzle game for him to get what I made for him ..

I made a scrapbook which has out photos together and messages .

I'll post how it looks like later on ..

I'm not expecting anything from him today .

HOKAY !

I'm expecting !!

But not too much , I don't want to be disappointed ...

If he'll do anything special today then it must really be Valentine's day but if not then it's just a Thursday .

I don't care .

Anyway, folks , Happy Single Awareness Day !!

I mean Independence Day ..

kidding aside , 

Happy Valentine's Day !

I Never Knew You

By CHELSEA FAGAN

I don’t know how many friends I have. I guess, if I were expected to count them on some rigorous criteria of how much time we’ve spent together or whether or not I would trust them to pick me up if I were stranded on some deserted interstate at three in the morning, I wouldn't have that many. But people don’t look at each other that way. People just exist in your life, and there are peaks and valleys in your closeness dependent on what the two of you are doing at any given moment. There are people about whom I might have said “they are my friends” when I was blowing out the candles at the birthday party they attended, but with whom I don’t consider myself particularly close in everyday life. People aren’t meant to fit in concrete, unchanging categories — or, at least, not most of them.

But then there are people for whom we insist on a category, a title. We build them up in our minds as being someone important, someone who defines us in some way. I don’t have a ton of people like this in my life personally, but they are as much a marker in my timeline as the first day of kindergarten, or the day I got my driver’s license. For example, there was before I met my best friend, and there was after. Some things are best explained through the prism of these relationships: “When we went on that trip to the beach by ourselves, it was probably the first time we felt like grown-ups.” I can’t speak for her, of course. Only I know for sure that I felt like an adult, but something about me knows that she did, too. It just makes sense. This story and these feelings happened in the context of “we.”

How I Know I Love You...

AUG. 21, 2012  By MILA JARONIEC

I know I love you because I want to get you soup when you’re sick. Not only do I want to get it for you, I want to make it for you so you can eat something made with love instead of with crushed insects and preservatives. I know I love you because I want to slap anyone who hurts you, even if it’s your boss. I want to hold you when you’re having a nightmare and kiss the spot that hurts when you bump into something. I know I love you because I want you to be healthy even when you’re not sick, and that’s why I keep bugging you to change your crappy eating ways even though I know you’re over hearing about it.

Don’t Tell Me You Love Me ...

By CHARLOTTE GREEN

Of course I want to hear it. Of couse I have stayed up for more nights than anyone would want to admit, imagining what it would be like when you would finally tell me that you reciprocate all of my squirming, embarrassing feelings. It would be disingenuous for me to say that I don’t care — even if it would make this easier for all parties involved. We always want to hear each other say “it doesn’t matter.” We want to believe that we can behave however we’d like without any effect on those around us, that we hold no responsibility to one another.

And yes, to be perfectly honest, we don’t really owe each other anything. Being forthright and not intentionally hurting each other would be a good start to how we should treat each other, but when you throw my feelings around with complete impunity — do I really have a right to hold your feet to the fire? Do I really have some territorial claim to your behavior? You never said we were together. You never promised me something you weren’t going to deliver on. Yes, you misled me with enough half-truths and vague semi-promises to love me that I filled in the blanks with what I wanted to hear, but that was my fault. It was my choice to give you my heart, and you breaking it is not something I didn’t anticipate on some level.