Dear Daughter Pt. 4

Dear Bunny,

I think I have the habit of sneaking off to my writer zone when you and your papa are snoring (well it’s mostly him) away with your minds in dreamland. I just celebrated my 27th birthday love, but it feels as though my birthday shifted to your birthday. I know bun, doesn’t really make a lot of sense. Simply put, I celebrate whenever it is your birthday. Why? Because that was when a new big chunk of my life started and the new version of myself was born.


I know, I know, it is such a cliche that mommy is telling you that the quote “When a Baby is Born, A Mother is Born” is true. It is darling, it is. The whole pregnancy part didn’t really change much of mommy.



I was still obsessed with work, clocking in at 9 AM and leaving at 7 PM, or when your papa decides to bug me so that I go home. Even if I get home I would check my email as if it was my Facebook NewsFeed, refreshing it every 10 minutes to make sure that I don’t miss any important mail. The epitome of this obsession would be when I was already in labor and was still emailing your Tita Colleen and Tita Anj. I think they panicked when I told them that I would not be able to reply because I was in labor already, not because of the I won’t be able to reply part but because I was in labor and I was still emailing them.


This changed when I saw you. You were number one, you were my priority. Up until today, I don’t mind skipping meals or holding in my pee if you needed me.



At night, I would try to squeeze in a 5 minute shower but if you decided to be clingy, like today, I would only be able to do that when you and your papa are sound asleep. I don’t mind getting wet whenever it is your bath time, even if half of my body is wet because you like playing with water so much. At night, when you have your unli-latch marathon I don’t mind ignoring the thirst I feel as if I walked across the desert (great thing is I can bug your papa to fetch me a glass of water)!

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You made this workaholic, email obsessed lady into a mom. I still have goals (because even moms can achieve career goals remember that love) and there are times that I turn off the mom side of me, but for much of my time I am your mom. Yes I still email at 2 AM and work on presentations at 12 AM, but when I hear you cry I immediately drop everything to be by your side. When you got sick with the stomach boo-boo flu mommy stayed at home for almost a week. I couldn’t leave you at home because I know you needed mommy so. When your milk stash ran out, I notified my bosses and packed all of my stuff. Now I am a career oriented woman who knows how to identify what is important and what can be put off.


Love, you gave my life so much meaning (I’m probably like your favorite CD – talon na ng talon dahil paulit ulit). You gave me further determination to succeed in life and to be the better version of myself. That is why I feel that my birthday is also the same day as your birthday.

Forever I love you,


Dear Daughter Pt. 3

Hi Bunny,

Same with my second letter to ¬†you, I write this while you are sleeping beside me (with the AC’s hum and your papa’s snore as my background music). Oh how time flew by so fast. On Tuesday you will be turning 11 months old, and just one more month until you turn a year old! I didn’t really think that time will pass us by so fast. Even though I never missed any of your big firsts, but I still want to push the pause button if that exists. I don’t want you to grow up so fast. I want you to stay tiny, always needing mommy, always asking for milky, always smiling and not worrying about big girl problems.


I know that I am thinking way ahead, your papa would always tell me that my mind wanders off too much to the future that I sometimes let the moment pass by. I am just worried that you won’t need mummy as much when you turn a year old. I just worry that the hugsies and kissies (gummy kissies) will disappear. I worry that you wouldn’t be as attached to me because you won’t need milky that much. Your papa told me that I am worrying about trivial things, that you my little bunny, will still need mummy. That you don’t just need me because of your milky. Well, enough of me worrying about silly things then.


Oh my little bunny, mummy started thinking about those things because you achieved so many milestones the past few weeks. Your first step towards your papa (which is so awesome because I know that he will remember that forever and because it happened with just the two of us in the room), the first time you fed yourself, your first independent sip from your sippy cup, your first clap, your first trick or treat, and your attempt to mimic head, shoulders, knees and toes (but really just reaching your head and your knees because your big chunky arm is on the way of your tiny hands reaching your shoulder!


You make mummy so proud with each first you achieve, even if you look like you rolled on a bed of rice or squash, it is okay. It’s all part of your tiny step to independence. Just always remember that mummy will be here for you no matter what. I will drop everything just to be by your side when you need me, day or night.


I love you from the moon and back.