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I tried to take a nice photo. This is the best I could do. More practice needed. |
Last Saturday, we went to East Coast Park to have some fun. Of course it was about Mateo. Again. Our family day (with Ninang Yeye) has been always about Mateo. I was busy looking after the little one and trying, really trying, to get a good picture of that active boy.
Then I remembered about my desire to appreciate more the beauty of the places I visit, or food that we eat, or whatever it is that somehow is a part of my life. So I paused for a bit. I tried to see the life in the playground. It was refreshing!
The moon was beautiful against this big tree. I could not capture it in this photo. But I enjoyed that moment, especially with Mateo having lots of fun with Reymond. |
It seems I have forgotten about stopping to appreciate the world I am living. I saw other parents so immersed in their kids' lives, especially those with younger ones. I saw pieces of me in their desire to capture their moments, make their children do their best, and simply create memories. I tried to take photos of the liveliness. "Try" is the word.
At dinnertime, I briefly remembered to take a photo again. I instantly took a couple of shots of the prata that Mateo was eating. I had to do it quick. Mateo knew I wanted to take a picture, and he wanted to
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My little Mateo loves food and eats a lot. We almost always barely have time to take a photo of the food before eating it. |
Before going home, I once again stopped in my tracks to take pleasure in what's around me. In the midst chatters and activities, I enjoyed some sense of peace and solitude. I was happy that I could still do that. I can still find serenity in the world's frantic runs. Perhaps peace really comes from the heart.
The place was busy. I embraced the moment, and still found solitude and satisfaction amidst the chatters. That's Ninang Yeye, btw. |
I have made a new IG account as a simple exercise to bring back my interests before I had Mateo. Yet, the first four posts so far are laden with stories that involve him. Ah, motherhood. It really changes a person. All for good, though. All for the best.
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