Today is Mother’s day. I asked Eric where was the gift for Mother. He answered that HE is the best gift. Hmmm … I guess I’m stuck with given this special gift not just on  Mother’s day, but everyday of my life. Tina came home from Davis, and snuggled in bed with me. She’s down with a cold, so I coined her back. I’m the Coin Queen. You’ll cry and twist in pain as I leave marks on your back, but you’ll be coming back and thanking me for it!

Roses for Mother:

Breakfast for Mommy. Everyday should be Mother’s Day!

Nowadays, it seems that kids are becoming more attached to parents. Probably more for financial than emotional reasons. But I guess I shouldn’t complain. My kids are, most of the time, my angels. I watch them grow, fall, fight, make mistakes, fall in love, fall out of love, stumble through this maze of life and still maintain their identity and pride.

Part of the reasons I started this blog is to record events of my life and leave behind some personal history to my kids. Sometimes, I want to videorecord our life so the kids can one day look back and reminisce old times. But I refrain from doing that, because everyone has a life story to tell. Mine is just one in a gazillion stories. Why would mine be any thing more or less special.  My kids will one day be in the same place I am in, wondering if their life story is meaningful enough to record. We are all unique and special, yet nothing, so nothing is not meant to be recorded, is it?

Memories … the only permanent thing we can leave behind. Everything else can be spent and wasted. They are so free and at all times available as long as you’re willing to create them. But we all are so busy running around, spending our days, accumulating goods that we forgot the essentials.

Eric, do you remember sitting by the window at Guadalupe, waiting for the fallen star and praying for the red Robotech? Tina, that bus ride in Cancun when I tried to find you a phone booth?

What if one day I have Alzheimer and these dear memories slip into nothingness, even though everything is really nothing?