Wonder Mom On The Loose

Now that I’m doing this, I don’t know where to start. :dazed2: NOT that there’s nothing to write about. On the contrary, there is so little space yet SO much to say about Pilipinas Pineda, whom I dubbed my spiritual sister a year ago (some references to that are here, here, here, here, here and here (I could go on and on, you know, like some sort of broken record player until you scream Stop!!!, but I choose to be benevolent this time). I’ve already reviewed the wonder mom of all wonder moms before and just when I thought I’ve said all there is to say, here comes more.

One thing you have to know about her is that she’s obsessive-compulsive. If she wasn’t, why else would she have the urge to sort out her sons’ Lego by shape, size and color?? Not only does she have OCD, she also has MPD (multiple personality disorder) because she talks to herself ON her blog (though it’s not weird. it’s funny ) BUT, before you run away from fear lest she suddenly goes ballistic on you for no reason at all, lemme tell you about her other side. I just told you she has MPD, didn’t I?

She’s one hell of a woman, I think that much most of us figured out by now. How she’s handled the latest hurdle that fell on her family (the Ondoy episode. Those who read her posts about it and didn’t cry even a bit must be stoned to death for having such controlled tear ducts) made me realize more than anything how tough she is. She is so brave because she isn’t ashamed to admit that she is afraid. Which reminds me of a damn good quote I heard from a movie (can’t remember which, must’ve been Princess Diaries) which fits how she has acted lately her to a T:

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.

What’s more important than fear, really? For moms like Pehpot and I, it’s the love of our children and husbands. It’s the will to stay strong for the family, even though the storms (literal or otherwise) are beating us down. This’ll sound all sappy when I read it after it’s published, so I won’t read it. Hah. Good luck on the grammatical and spelling errors here and there (oh please don’t disqualify me from winning, you-know-who-you-are :haha: )

We’re different in so many ways, that woman and I. It goes without saying that there should be no comparison between us, but that’s because she is way out of my league. When I grow up (that is, if I could grow up even more), I want to be like her. DON’T hold your breath for it to happen, though. I’d be seriously cuckoo to even attempt the number of things that she juggles in her hands simultaneously. I wouldn’t call her wonder mom if she was a normal ten-fingered human being, wouldn’t I? She has tentacles, I tell you. Like that of Squidward. (What, you don’t know Squidward? You’ll never know rude until you’ve known Squidward.) How else could she manage everything she does?