Our usual Saturday came. We went to my aunt’s place to visit my Lola, where she temporarily stays while my mom and aunts are in the U.S. I can sense that she has been down the past couple of days because of the lack of communication from her children. It’s been almost a week. Yes, only a week. But she’s close to them like that. So being the next adult in the family (count my uncle out.. he has an “interesting” way of living), I had to go and see her. I was also anxious as to what has been going on in the U.S. since my mom’s there too. If I knew that she was only there for a vacation and to enjoy, I would NOT have worried. But I know why she’s there. And I’m still emotional knowing I couldn’t help.
When we got to my aunt’s place, they had a Budget Card ready for calling their mom and dad. I dialed for them. I got the message of when they will arrive (minus mom of course). I also told them that hubby and I will be the ones to fetch them, with or without my other uncle.
Oh, and yes, I got to talk to my mom too! She was still worrying about her bills. Not emotional, like I thought. I was the one who is. She was detailing how and when the bills should be paid while I, on the other line, am just so happy I finally get to talk to her. Then I suddenly got sad that she will be left alone the U.S. with just some acquaintances. That she will look for a job come Monday, and was told that the agency will take her first 2 weeks of pay. Another anxiety attack. Gah!
I think my Lola was quite satisfied after she got to talk with her kids. After we had lunch, my tummy started acting up. I was having tummy cramps. Every 5 minutes! So I thought.. “Please don’t let this be premature labor!” I mean, we don’t have the money yet. The hubby’s mom (whom we are counting on to give us money.. for now!.. only for now!!!) is still somewhere in her home town and would be likely NOT to give us anything. I was talking to Jess the whole time so He’d help me. I told my hubby and my Lola about it. They were both worried but I know the hubby was more worried that we don’t have the resources yet. We don’t even have baby clothes!
Then my Lola offered her last $100 so the hubby can take me to the hospital. I was so touched! She has always been open to lend or give me anything I need. No questions asked. She just lays it there like its the most normal thing she does. And I am very proud that I am part of her family. My mom and my aunts (even my uncle) have all inherited the same good nature. I hope I somehow got that too. I can’t help but compare it to how my hubby’s mother treats him. I still get angry over the stories he tells me.
Last week, he was asking her for money so we could pay the bills. She gave him less than half of what we needed and told him that she has no money, she needs the rest of it for her business and that she will go to the province this weekend for a party. What ticked me off is the story that she is to buy a new car and learn how to drive. Tell me if I’m off. But didn’t the hubby just asked her for a measly amount??? Plus he has been asking her to give him a small amount that he can use for capital for a small business, so that he doesn’t have to leave the country.. to leave us! Oh well… this is a reality that I know but would need to accept more… NOT ALL MOTHERS ARE THE SAME. Some care more than others.
I’ve also been worried that my 2nd child has been saying the same thing over and over whenever we pass by a cemetery… “Dalhin kita mommy diyan”. I don’t know if it really means anything, but it has been the 3rd time now. I don’t think somebody taught him to say that!.. well, I hope not!