February 18, 2012

Seeing the Good Out of the Bad

It is just the beginning of the year and already, I had three incidents of injury in our family. My niece, Danielle, just underwent surgery for her fractured arm, which she sustained during a dance practice that involved some lifting and tossing-in-the-air routine.

Last month, I got a call from the school nurse, who told me that my 7-year-old daughter, Laila, sustained a gash on her forehead. Laila was running across the room when she tripped and hit her head on a table’s leg.

This week, I had to bring my husband to the ER after he injured his midfoot from a basketball game. Initial findings show a possible injury in his ligaments that’s why a visit to the orthopedic surgeon is in order.

 Not a very good way to start the year, I’m telling you. And so soon after the yearend car accident of my nephew, Justin, which damaged his Lola’s car’s frontlights and radiator.

I haven’t written a Grateful post lately. It’s not that I can’t find anything to be grateful about because there are still a-plenty. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to write about other stuff given these circumstances in my family.

But this week, I am back and I am writing about being grateful for these accidents.

Yes, despite the mishaps, I am thankful just the same that that was the only thing that happened to my family. It could’ve been worse, with just a little more push, just a little more movement, just a tad more force.  

We spent so much for the car repair but at least, Justin didn’t get hurt. Danielle suffered through the operation and the whole process of having her right arm in a cast but at least it was just her arm, and not her head. Laila may have had a gash but she probably wouldn’t be as reckless next time around.

My husband’s walking around with a crutch these days. He bikes for four hours every Sunday, runs thrice a week, and plays basketball once a week. Maybe this is a sign that he has to slow down.

So I am grateful, yes, I truly am. But please Lord, please. No more, no more.

February 15, 2012

I Didn’t Get Flowers On Valentine’s Day

…because my husband is anti-Hallmark, anti-Valentine’s.

And truth is, I am also a low-maintenance wife. So I wasn’t really expecting anything on Valentine’s day. Still, I thought it would be nice if I would get flowers and get asked for a date, just like you know, other girls.

The morning of Valentine’s, Jake was talking about work because he was going to have a big speech to the staff at 11 am. I knew right away that anything remotely associated to romance was out of the question. No biggie.

At the office, the bouquets started coming. I was excited for the girls at the office and swooned at the sight of flowers, even if it weren’t for me. A friend also sent Valentine cupcakes. I took the heart-shaped ones and ate three.  I was happy.

Then early evening, I got a text from my husband. He was asking me where I would want to have dinner. I texted back, “Are you serious????”

So we ended up having dinner at Café Carusso. We had proschiutto, raviolini and steak. The food was good, the wine even better. Over dinner, Jake said he really planned to just go home early. but he knew that having a Valentine date would make me happy.

I didn’t get flowers on Valentine’s day but there were petals strewn on the table that night. That was good enough for me <3

February 4, 2012

The Dancer In The Family

Our family’s next generation is all of 6: my two daughters, 1 nephew and 3 nieces.  In family gatherings, every kid sings except for Danielle, who dances.

We have known this for a long time but we never saw her dance until my mom’s 80th birthday party last year. Danes is a quiet, quite-shy kid. She is also a dutiful, respectful daughter. We wouldn’t have reconciled this profile with the girl who danced that night in the party. It was awesome.

Danes (right) in a school performance
During rehearsals in the school grounds
She never took formal dance lessons.

As you can see, my niece turns into a different animal when she dances.

Then last week, she had an accident during rehearsals. In one of their routine lifts, she felt the bone in her right arm pop. Because of the fracture, she had to undergo surgery and as I write this post, she is still in the hospital recovering.

As a result of this accident, her parents asked Danes to quit already from the pep squad. A dutiful daughter of course, says yes.

I wonder how painful it is to have a broken arm. One look at my niece and instantly, I imagine the pain not just from her injury but also from her broken heart, who will not experience anymore the joy, the exhilaration and the wonderful insanity of a good dance.