When I grow up
Last Saturday, while my teammates and I were walking out of Fort Santiago after the Nutrilite walkatour, Mark and I noticed a couple in front of us. They were holding hands like young lovers. And they were a bit old. Well, not too old, but way older than us. Mark nudged me, and I understood what he meant. “Ang sweet, no?”, he chided. And I smiled, yes, it is sweet.
Seeing old couples hold hands in public, and make loving gestures always make me smile. And I wonder, will I have that kind of love story?
I’ve watched the Pixar movie “Up” twice, and have seen its clips shown in other venues. It never fails to make me emotional. Particularly this scene where Carl looks at Ellie’s adventure book, and realized that the part he never opens because of the fear of finding it empty, was actually filled of photos – memories of the two of them living life together.
When I was in my early twenties, I wanted to be a mother already. It was probably a mistake, because I was very specific in what I wanted – to be a mother. Since God is a faithful God, He granted my wish. Although I was in love at that time, I never really asked for a husband. I wished for one, but I didn’t actually pray for one. Funny how things work out.
So I guess, this time, I have to be specific with what I want, again. This time, I want to have a real, secure, happy family. A family where I am a wife and a mother at the same time. And I want a love story that never ends, not even in death. (I just don’t want to be the one to be left behind). Now I wonder if anyone would still want to have that adventure with someone like me? 