Mommy Pehpot, Author at Mommy Pehpot

How Do You Define Gay?

One time my second son was asking my permission to let him play his DS lite. Our running policy is I would only let them play at a certain time. It was not their “play time” yet and so I say NO. He says ” Bad Boy Mommy!” and goes on with his tantrums. I was shocked when my first born utter that his brother say Mommy is gay. Mommy is what? Yes you heard it right. Gay. Gay as in bisexual. It was nothing to me because I love gay and I love being one. I may not be biologically gay but I know I am gay. What shocked me is how he came up to that conclusion. So, I inquired, explained to him that Mico (the second son) did not say gay, he said bad boy mommy, not gay. Kayil (first born) replied (in an almost ready to eat me manner), that indeed Mico called me gay.Mico said, bad boy Mommy, when in fact Mommy is a girl! Get it?

After some time, I asked Kayil what gay means. According to him, gay is a mixture of boy and girl. Quite.

Those instances made me think (and think hard) how can I explain what gay is, without giving them the perception that gay is bad (because I know it is not). How can I give them a definition that would explain that beyond the abnormal perception of our society, gay is perfectly normal. How can I tell them about gay without giving too much encouragement to be one. Yes, I know there is nothing wrong with being one but as much as possible I don’t want them to be one. As a mother I cannot face the trials and the hard ships they have toe endure just to prove their worth. I cannot share to them my struggle as a woman. I do not wish for them a life of forever proving yourself.

To end this, I once again asked my first born what gay means and if it is a bad thing. According to him, if you are not gay and somebody told you, you are, it’s a bad thing. Asked what if it’s a gay and somebody told him he is, he says, it’s perfectly fine, he is gay anyway. So I guess I don’t have to worry yet, to them being one is perfectly normal. I hope it stays that way.

Maternity Clothes

I have been waiting for this.. this is not a paid post but got this from a paid post. Surfed the site and found great items. Can I be one hot preggy momma? after all this will be my last.

This is one is my favorite: (all photos courtesy of Kiki’s Fashion)

Economic Power Begets Political Power

I never felt so discriminated before. I never felt so low before. Another reason why I am not into blog hopping this past few days. I have been dreaming about this so I guess I needed to write it down to take the burden out of my chest. It’s weekends and a night weekends post is nothing but rants. If you don’t want to read my mess, just go look for a happier article like this or this.

Anyway, have you ever been in a situation that you feel you are so low and that people thinks of you as that? I had my first taste of discrimination when I was in elementary. My mom was very keen on enrolling us on a private school. We are not that well off so our allowances are limited. There was a time when me and my two siblings were dividing the money and a schoolmate saw us. The look on her face and the way she commented made us feel that we are cheap and very poor. It did not affects me that much but it sure did introduced me to the word discrimination.

If you really know me, and my friends can attest to that, I hate discrimination, I never judged people base on how she/he looks or base on the number of credit card one has. I was not raised worshiping money. Me and my family are the type of people that values relationship more than money. When I chose to live with my husband, I knew where he is when it comes to finances. I never care as I have said I value relationship more and I am pretty sure that my sisters have the same belief as mine.

And what this rant all about?

Oh well for some reason, people around us misjudged my family, thinking we are after some moolah. I never felt so low in my life and only now that I wish I was born a millionaire. I know, some are just raised thinking money is everything and they apply the same perspective to people they met. I just can’t help feeling low about it.

Magsusulat na lang ako ng magsusulat at sana kumita ako ng dolyar at maisampal sa mga impaktong nang aalipusta sa pamilya ko. HMP!