My life seems to be easily compartmentalized into stages. When I graduated from college, I trained to become a pastry chef and baked freelance to earn money. Those were my “baker years.” After that, I went on to teach in a big university in Manila and rocked graduate school — those were “the big uni years.” I then tried to succeed as a business person, failed, and tried to pick up the pieces in what I call “the dark years,” which later led to a rewarding profession as a makeup artist — my “makeup artist years.”
The birth of my son ushered in a new era of exclusive breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, diaper changes, cold coffee, and anything else you can think of that is part and parcel of parenthood — along with the most complete joy I have ever experienced.
This won’t be a motivational parenting blog. Heaven knows we have enough of that on the internet. It won’t be a hard sell of my parenting philosophies (two kids later — I now have a 2 year old and a 2 month old — I no longer have any parenting philosophies), either. What it will be is a real account of my personal experiences in raising my kids — what I’ve tried and whether or not it worked. Simply, this is about my “mommy years” and if my experiences resonate with you, I’d be happy to connect and exchange ideas with you. After all, it takes a village to raise a mother.
