When you cant match your mom’s coolness, that’s how you know you’re a loser.
Mom wasn’t the disciplinarian type. Growing up, we were never spanked. When she’s angry she’d say it straight out “I’m mad because…” and I guess we were responsible enough to respond. We never had tantrums coz we were spoiled.
She wouldn’t even mind if we asked not to go to class. Every year, we’d max out the allowed absences (34) and all those other days we went to school, we were late, often the result of breakfasts in Greenhills.
When she wasnt playing mom, she was a socialite. The type who went to parties with her amigas and go to HongKong every summer. Yearly though you’d find her somewhere else in the world – Europe, Australia, America, Asia. The product of these travels was her shot glass collection.
Considering all her friends loved blue and white Chinese figurines, her collection stood out (and it rocked). One shot glass for every place, each a different story.
She left her collection in the Philippines, on a shelf across the dining table where she could show it off to her matapobre friends. She herself had a matapobre aura, but she wasn’t elitist. You know… that Susan Roces aura?!
For mother’s day, Mom wanted a legitimate grandson from me (who’s mestizo and fun). I’ll see what I can do.