Life with its twist and turns played havoc with my life and emotions. I was blissfully happy with life that may be called hard but not for me. Now I realized that happiness is all about attitude. I haven’t got much time to reflect on it when I was travelling four hours every day sometimes more to go to work and went home. Our small house has only two rooms, the one I occupied with my pillow mate and the other one for my kids and helper. I never did asked for a bigger one, we have lots of twittering lovebirds that wakes me up on weekends and roosters for weekdays, two dogs and orchids that filled the front of our house.
My pillow mate was gone is so is my idyllic life but I found new life with my pillow mates, my two daughters who eagerly filled the spaces in my bed in a small condo unit in the heart of a city. I no longer endure long hours of travel. I was not able to grieve since I am supposed to be strong as the rock on which my pillow mates depend on. When we have settled things, I could no longer find time to stand still and take stock of what I would do. Life goes on no matter what happens in our life. Every day is an ordinary day though it is really not with the doubts that started to develop in my mind.
Work occupied most of my time and the rest I spent with the kids even if it means being in the same bed with computer each on our lap. Now that is bonding time, sometimes, we are all in the living room not talking but surfing the net. Our mall tours and food trips are the exciting part of our lives. When we settled for the night, we are happy to say our prayer as one or individually. We have not been going to mass together except in some instances but all of us are trying to fulfill our religious obligations. We do not show it but we are happy with our arrangement, live and let live and knowing we can rely on the pillow mates.
I missed my pillow mates now that I am usually away. They may be happy for the extra space but when I am home, the space I filled in between them is a snug fit that rocks me to deep sleep, the kind that eludes me here in far-away Northern Mindanao.