Lately, I have been eating more than I usually do. I have never really taken pleasure in food before, and maybe even now, but recently, I enjoy it a bit more. Sophia and I made up a song with only one line “ang sarap kumain”. I suppose it is one way I make her a tad more excited about food too. Since I cannot really say that her palate is adventurous.
So anyway, I have noticed that my mid section is getting a bit rounder than I cared. And coupled with consistent, intense exercise (NOT), what did I expect? Most of my days now are spent sitting down in front of my computer, laying down and napping when I get tired and pigging out on chips and soda at midnight. The other day, I told Sophia I was too full and that my tummy is bigger than my boobies. Then we laughed.
Tonight we had greasy McDonald’s and we were singing our song and laughing. Sophia burped twice and she suddenly said, Mommy, your tummy is bigger than your boobies. In a straight face, I told her she’s mean and I frowned. She suddenly blurted out she’s sorry and started crying and run to the bedroom.
It is not the first time I noticed Sophia is not very conducive to silly jests. I think it has something to do with being an only child. I have three older brothers and there are days when they could give Fred and George Weasleys a run for their money.
Tonight, I decided to give Sophia a lesson on sensitivity. I started with saying that being sensitive is a good thing, but like whatever, too much of something is bad enough (in Posh Spice’s voice).
I asked her what made her cry. She said she felt really bad when I told her she’s mean. I complimented her empathic nature. I am really impressed. I added, however, that it would be to her advantage if she could tell if people are just kidding. I dare say I have a great sense of humor, and I would be very happy if Sophia gets half of it.
She already knows it is ok to make mistakes, now I teach her that it is healthy to be able to laugh at one’s self. I laugh when I am glad, sad, mad, etc (maybe not always but most of the times). I love laughing and joking around with people. Again, I daresay I am pretty witty and fast at comebacks. Laughing (the genuine kind, not the forced fake one) never fails to make me feel better.
Look how I have rambled on and on. The point is, well… a lot! Mainly, that my tummy is bigger than my boobies. Oh! And I need not worry because I am certain I am not using food to fill a void. No amount of greasy goodness and sinful sweets could ever create a feeling of fullness. Anyway, I am so grateful for my sweet and caring daughter.
When was the last time you cried?