Being a Mother...

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After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, aren't you well," she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

Living Below Your Means

There are times that people criticize a person of how he carries himself. The way he dress, the noticeable physical appearance, they check your shoes, your clip, your hair, the pants, your feet, and especially if wearing average clothes unlike those prestigious branded get up that the critic is used to. If they get a chance to peek under your clothes, they might as well check the brand of your underwear and brassiere.

I was once a critic as I used to be because I practically inherited it from my half-blood Spanish grandmother who was really has something to boast for. She came from a well-off family but went to live to middle class because of folks constraints.

The criticism she conveyed was not to degrade the person but act of helping the other improve itself overtime. A gratification that I watched on my toddler years and inevitably carried it to my teens.

The Hugging Therapy

“We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth”


Hugging is healthy. It helps the body’s immune system, it keeps you healthier, it cures depression, it reduces stress, it induces sleep, it’s invigoration, it’s rejuvenating, it has no unpleasant side effects, and hugging is nothing less that a miracle drug.