MYSP (Make Your Son Proud): sentiment of a first-time OFW mom

Today marks the beginning of another chapter in my life. For first time Overseas Foreign Workers, you might have had felt this same feeling that I have right now. It’s all mixed emotions. I feel anxiety, happiness, sadness, excitement, loneliness and hope all rolled into one.

This will be the first time that I will be away from my son for long. Although it will be just for a couple of months, I pray that I can stand the feeling of homesickness, or should I say, “Auschsickness?” I will truly miss my li’l prince. The following are some of the enormous things that I will miss about Auschvaughn.

  • Kissing him all over his face and tickling him so as to wake him up in the morning.
  • Piggy-backing him from our room all the way down to the dining area.
  • Feeding him whenever he excuses that he does not like the food or if he tells me that he’s full.
  • Bathing him everyday and washing his butt every after poopoo.
  • Cleaning his ears which would take us almost an hour because he hates the ticklish feeling every time I insert the cotton buds in his ears.
  • Dressing him up for school or church so that he’ll be “gwapo.”
  • Accompanying him during their extra-curricular activities in school.
  • Helping him do his assignments and study for his exams.
  • Teaching him how to properly write his (oh, well…) long name.
  • Tagging him along every time I go to the mall.
  • Holding hands together while walking.
  • Camwhoring to the point that he would get annoyed because of excessive shots of him.
  • Receiving long kiss and embrace from him before I leave for work.
  • Watching TV together thus making me familiar with Nickelodeon’s and Disney Channel’s cartoon shows like Nihao Kailan, Umizumi, Bubble Gruppies, The Fairy Odd Parents, The Backyardigans, Wonder Pets, Shaun the Sheep, Upin and Ipin and a lot more.
  • Making him angry because it’s his turn to use the laptop but I’m still not yet done with my thing­­ on Facebook.
  • Having “harutan” moments.
  • Banging of the bathroom door every time I take a bath. For some reasons I don’t know, he always asks me if I am already done bathing even though I just came in for a minute or so. He would check me from time to time and sometimes would even remark, “Mommy, ang tagal mo naman!” (as if he’s in a hurry to use the toilet).
  • Playing hide and seek, wherein Ausch always used to be the “it.”
  • Having heart-to-heart conversations whenever I’m being emotional.
  • Scolding him for being rowdy and for going over his limits.
  • Pacifying his anger and drying tears from his eyes every time he gets hurt.
  • Drinking milk together before bedtime.
  • Praying together before sleeping.
  • Telling him bedtime stories to make him sleepy but on the contrary, it’s actually mommy who falls asleep.
  • Digging of my navel using his right hand while his left thumb is being used for thumb-sucking so as to make him fall asleep.
  • Watching him sleep and snore while I run my fingers through his hair.
I know that being away from my son entails missing out on more other things that we can do together as he grows up. Even though he would not fully understand the reason why I need to be away, I know that he will do some day. I used to include in my prayer for The Almighty to guide me in rearing him up and to be the best parent that I can be. In spite of fulfilling my job single-handedly, I know that whatever endeavors that I do today will some day be reciprocated with appreciation. I will make you proud of me, Son—this is your Mommy’s promise.

My priceless possession.

At Papa's Tomb


If I will be given a chance to talk to someone who lived from the past, it is going to be my father. I was twenty years old when Papa breathed his last. Too sad because in that span of twenty years that I have lived when my father was still alive, I do not think that I was able to show how much I love him. I had been so hard-headed and caused him pain especially during the times when he was going through dialysis. It was as if his sickness was not a big deal to me.

One thing that I remember from him is when he said that I might not realize the importance of the things that he was saying during at that time but once I became a parent myself, I will understand that his advice is just. Indeed, Papa was right. Now that I am also a parent, it made me apprehend what he meant.

How I wish that Papa could see where I am right now. Although I have once stumbled, I bet that he must be proud of me. How I wish that I could wrap my arms around him and let him feel how much I value and appreciate his guidance.

Just before I leave, Papa, I want to thank you for bringing me into this world. Thank you for doing all the probable things that you can so as to give me and my siblings a good education and for teaching us the important values that we need in life. I could not recall saying this to you personally when you were still alive but here in your tomb I want to say, “I love you so much, Papa!”

Visited Papa's tomb two days before I left

 

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