February I think is the hardest month for me to handle. Not just because it’s Valentine’s month, but it is also Sky’s birthday month. He will be turning 5 on the 7th of this fateful month. And I try to breeze through that day knowing that I will not hear from his father or in-laws. I have provided my address and our landline number before in hopes that he would at least get in touch by sending something to Sky, even if he hates my guts.
With me recovering from a really wicked stomach bug over the weekend did not help at all, making me more cranky and emotional than I already am.
So today, even if I wasn’t feeling all too well – I took Sky out for a quick movie date at Trinoma. And gulped down a big serving of Happy Lemon’s Yakult Green tea, which seemed to have stopped the stomach pains significantly. The movie “Journey 2,” was in order. Sky loved the movie while devouring on a cheesedog and a bucket of popcorn the whole time.
I, on the other hand can’t help but feel melancholic with the part of the plot, where the young man did not have father figure. And that his own stepdad’s dad left him when he was 8 years old.
As if in chorus, the tears start to swell up with tears in the middle of the movie and wiping my tears away before Sky can notice…
Yes, I know it’s just a movie. And I really shouldn’t feel affected or anything. But, it did make that gap in my heart bigger than it already is.
I cannot help but question myself. You know, the usual SHOULD’VE, WOULD’VE, COULD’VE that I COULD’VE done to make us a complete family.
Because filling the void of a father that is not there, is really HARD.
How will I guide him?
How do I talk to him about girls?
How can I foster his masculine interests? Carpentry? Building?
How do I teach him to become the man that I would like him to be?
Those kind of questions that seem to be breathing down my neck ever since February started.
He loves to play REALLY ROUGH. And it comes to a point that I REALLY GET HURT.
But, how do I let him play rough and ne myself when he MIGHT think that he’s hurting me on purpose, but he’s not?
Tonight, he fell asleep earlier than usual, giving me ample time to fix his loot bags for his classmates when he celebrates his birthday in school this coming Tuesday. I checked through his bag and his reminder’s notebook to see if I missed out anything last week.
There was a stapled letter from his teacher that I missed. And it said…
“CONGRATULATIONS! Your son is one of the students in Senior Nursery who passed TWO elimination rounds for the SPELLING BEE. He will be one of the FINALISTS this coming Thursday, so he is exempted from class that day to attend the contest. We hope that you can attend it and be there to support your child…”
Then I start crying all over again, this time with tears of happiness… It was going to be an awesome February after all.



























