15
Jun

Husbands

   Posted by: abelle   in let's 'weigh' awhile, relationship101

Here’s a little something for our husbands this Father’s Day . . . . .

by Melanie T. Lim

Where do you find good ones? I’ve been asked so many times. Well, how would I know? I never found one for myself.

What’s a good husband, anyway? Someone who runs at your bidding? That would be your dog. Someone who lets you shop till you drop? That would be your father. Someone who listens to your never-ending woes? That would be your best friend. Someone who loves you no matter what? That would be your mother. Someone who knows exactly how to bring you pleasure? That would be you.

I think men who make good husbands abound. But what is good for one woman is not necessarily good for all. One man can make one woman, a good husband. The same man can make another, a lousy one. We grow up in different homes. We come from different backgrounds. And so we bring different expectations to a marriage.

One woman expects love and fidelity. Another expects financial security. Some women marry for love. Others marry for tradition. Some women expect bliss after the wedding. Some women expect sacrifice. Some women are forgiving. Some women are not open to compromise.

Different expectations conjure up different images of good husbands. Who doesn’t want a man who can cook, who can write poetry and who can move your furniture around when you want to? Well, I don’t. I want a man who can do what I can’t do. But that, my mother would say, is my biggest problem. But I don’t have a problem with a man not knowing how to do the things I can do. It’s he who usually has a problem with that.

There is no perfect man. But there is a perfect match for every woman. Most people think that like minds make a perfect match. But how much passion and excitement can you bring into a relationship when you both love pasta, salsa and Salvador Dali? If we thought, ate and dressed completely alike, how far could we really grow beyond ourselves and our common interests?

I think that a good husband is someone who does not necessarily love and like everything that you think, say or do but someone who endeavors to accept your eccentricities and experiences because his love for you is larger than his priorities and preferences. A good husband is a man who loves you for who you are and all that you hope to be in an imperfect world.

At different times in my life, I vacillated on the best reason for getting married. When I was young and starry-eyed, it was love. When I grew older and bitter, it became convenience. Now that I am yet much older but unexpectedly happier, I believe with all my heart that it should never be for anything but love.

So, where do you find good husbands? Well, every woman should know. Looking for a good husband is much like going shopping. When you know what you want, it’s fast and easy. But when you walk aimlessly through the mall, you mostly end up with impulse goods or nothing at all. If you want to find the man you want, you need to find yourself first. After all, it’s pretty easy to find what you want when you know what it is, even in the crowd.

1. my own website (done on Feb02)

2. digital camera

3. new pair of pants (at least 2) (done yesterday)

4. a pair of sandals/shoes

5. a pair of shorts

6. skirt (done on Feb01)

7. TV rack (done on Apr30)

8. office table (to replace our PC table) (I don’t think I’ll be needing this for now; we already had an alternative)

9. computer monitor (to replace the one I am using now which is having near death experience)


Today is my husband’s flight back to Riyadh. Jeff and I took him to the airport, and an hour from now, Dario is boarding his plane. Of course, Jeff cried again and was holding tight his Papa’s arms. He doesn’t want him to go just yet. He was not even talking the second we went out of the house, and then just started crying when we got to the airport and held tight his father’s arms. It is always like this every year (Dario is on his 10th year working in Riyadh). Maybe you are asking now if I didn’t cry. Well, I did. Last night. I always cry the night before so our son won’t see. Dario always tells me to get use to it, but I can’t. I just miss him every day he’s not here. And so does our son. And looking around our quiet room now which was filled with laughter for the past few weeks, I feel sad. Two days ago, we went to the salon together for a haircut (him) and hot oil (me) and foot spa (both of us). Then yesterday, we went to the mall to buy a pair of hamsters for Jeff. He also bought me 2 pairs of pants. We had a great time though we forgot to buy our favorite choco frap from Starbucks. Anyway, we’ll see each other again tomorrow via webcam. And it will be like this again every day for ten months. Then Jeff and I will be able to hug him again when he gets back home next year. Haaayyyy! Being a wife of an OFW . . . . .

Btw, I chanced upon the blog of this lady who says ‘I need someone to review my blog‘. Jean is a fellow Filipina who lives in the US. And this lady has a lot to share. Go check her out, people! ;)

10
Jun

Back to School

   Posted by: abelle   in the life of an ordinary earthling

It’s Jeff’s first day in school and he’s now in 5th grade! My husband and I took him to school this morning and before we left, we heard Jeff and his friends talked about the NBA finals. Have a successful 5th grade, son! ;)

8
Jun

Wanted: Blog Designer

   Posted by: abelle   in the life of an ordinary earthling

I’ve been googling for a new theme for this blog and I want it to be perfect for the header I have in my file. I have picked some good themes; however, due to my very little knowledge with the codes, I can’t make the header and the theme look good together. This is why I need some help. Is there anyone out there who could make me a personalized design for free?  A big, big thanks, really.

8
Jun

Kung Fu Panda Awesomeness

   Posted by: abelle   in the life of an ordinary earthling

Dario, Jeff and I watched the movie Kung Fu Panda today. We really had a good laugh seeing it. The movie was funny. I suggest you see it too. ;)

7
Jun

Tell me what you think this is

   Posted by: abelle   in visuals

wait for 3 seconds . . . . .

3
Jun

Oh no! It’s June.

   Posted by: abelle   in the life of an ordinary earthling

June has come. Classes start next week and this means hello assignments, hello projects, hello allowance and everything school. Jeff is in 5th grade now. Two years from now, he will be graduating from grade school and welcoming the new adventures high school brings. Our ten-year old will soon be a teen. How time flies.

Yes, time flies so fast. Next week, my husband is going back to Riyadh. Just like my son, his vacation is over. While Jeff’s classes start on June10, Dario’s flight is on June12. He is going back to work, work, work. I have been trying to get this out of my mind for days – the thought of him not being here with us to celebrate Father’s Day, of missing him, of waiting for another year to hold him again, everything about him being away. This was why I haven’t written anything here for a couple of days. I just didn’t feel doing anything since the 1st of June. Aaaahhh, the life of a wife of an OFW. Well, at least, there are YM, webcams, emails, phone calls, text messages; and I thank technology for that. Chatting with him every single day for months somehow gives me and our son the feeling of being literally close to him.

Anyway, enough for my ‘emotional appearance’. Talk to you again soon, people! ;)

31
May

How to Stop Men from Smoking?

   Posted by: abelle   in visuals

Introducing . . . . .

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30
May

In His Time . . . . .

   Posted by: abelle   in the life of an ordinary earthling

Each year my husband gets home for his vacation, I look forward to every day our son and I will spend with him. And each year, I also look forward to getting pregnant. That’s why each year, I talk to my OB about this matter. So each year, she hands me a prescription of expensive pills for me to take to help me get pregnant. And each year, I am asked to go through trans-V ultrasound for ‘follicle monitoring’. But each year, I end up still hoping.

It was August of 2006 when my day was greeted with good news. It was weeks after Dario left Manila and went back to Riyadh for work. The home pregnancy test kit said ‘positive’, so I immediately went to my doctor and the ultrasound confirmed it. I was one month pregnant. I went to work, did all the usual things I do in the office and all, but I never mentioned it to my friends and family yet – because I wanted my husband to be the first one to hear of it. So at home, I waited for hours until it’s time for us to chat in YM again that evening. I told him the good news and he was so happy. He already had a name ready for the baby, be it a boy or a girl. The only thing he was sad about is that he won’t be here to personally get me the foods I will crave for. The next day, I shared the good news with our son, Jeff. He, too, was so glad. He wanted so much to be a big brother since he was 4, and Jeff was 8 then. Days and weeks passed and everything went well. I was still working as a Sales Officer doing field works and client calls, and everybody in the office knew about my pregnancy. I went to my regular check ups, did my usual work-home routine, helped Jeff with his assignments, chat every evening with my husband with a minute of a closer view of my growing tummy before saying our goodnights – everything was normal. Until one particular day in October, 2006 . . . . .

I went to my doctor for the scheduled check up of what supposed to be my third month. She asked me to lie down then she put the Doppler on my tummy to check my baby’s heartbeat which, she said, should be heard using it. She can’t hear anything, she said. So I was advised to have it checked via ultrasound for a more accurate result. I got the result, yes. And the result was bad news. The baby was still inside me but it no longer has a heartbeat. It’s dead. The baby we had waited for so long was dead. My heart broke into pieces and I began to cry. It was sad.

I was crying the entire time the doctor was explaining things that may have caused it, but the only thing I remembered was that the baby did not develop well and it should be removed from me as soon as possible because the longer it stayed inside, the more dangerous it is for me. I told my doctor that I have to inform Dario first about it, as well as the office so I can file for a leave.

I turned my mobile phone off that day. Aside from the text messages he sent, Dario also called everyday and I didn’t want to tell it to him that way. I wanted us to be sitting face to face in front of our PCs, seeing each other via webcams, and talk. Night came and it was time for our regular nightly chat. I saw his handsome face and adorable smile again and it broke my heart more. ‘How do I begin?’ I said to myself.

After a long deep breath, I asked ‘Pa, sa tingin mo, gaano na katatag ang relationship natin?’ (‘Pa, how strong do you think is our relationship?’) He answered, ‘Matatag na matatag, Mama. Bakit mo naman naitanong?’ (‘Very strong, Mama. Why do you ask?’). I started telling him everything. I was trying to control and hide my tears, but I saw my husband crying and I felt like I was almost dying. I love my husband so much that I don’t want him to hurt. But things happen for a reason, and some reasons we may not understand, while some we may not know why. But they happen.

The following day I was admitted in the hospital, underwent D&C and all the necessary procedures. It was painful physically, but was more painful emotionally. I spent two days in the hospital, and Dario never failed to call and send text messages to me all the time I was there.

This incident made my husband decide that I should stay home and be a full time mom to Jeff. He asked me to file for a resignation that same year and have a break. So I fulfilled my duties as a Sales Officer until December 2006 and started a less complicated, happier and more content life of a stay-at-home mom on January 2007.

Today, almost two years later, we still pray, hope and wait for a baby. We know that God will give it to us, in His time. I get frustrated sometimes, but the words of my husband always calms me – ‘I will love you still, with or without another baby’.

I am very proud of my husband and I am so lucky I have him in my life. No other man can make me happy and give me so much security but Dario. And he’s right. Our relationship as a family is very strong and it keeps going stronger as time passes by . . . . .

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