I was casually clicking through my Friendster and Facebook pages when I decided to run random email checks to search my cousin’s account. And I was not disappointed. I spotted her page in Friendster, all photos published in public.
These are my nieces Clara and Bianca. In the span of 4 months since I left London in December 2007, they have grown up pretty fast. The last time we were together, Clara was still learning how to walk after she mastered climbing the stairs. Bianca was still a four-year-old kid who I regularly walk to school rain or shine. (Mostly rain.)
I miss the things we did together. Like watching Johnny and the Sprites at six in the morning, Mickey Mouse Playhouse at seven and Doodlebops at eight. I remember those bright cold sunny days when played at the lawn hoping for more sun than rains. (That was weird coming from someone who abhors any form of sunlight back in Manila. Ha ha.) It was totally a 180-degree turnaround from my too independent Manila lifestyle that made me realize something. Motherhood does not come in the form of a membership card even if you sign up for one. It is a gift not all us women can have.
