It's been a while that I left home to go to work early morning with the sun shining. It's been a while that I could open my car window just a little bit. It's been a while that I haven't shivered from the cold when I get in my car. But most especially, it's been awhile since I last heard the song, "Hero" by Mariah Carey.
I don't know about you, but most times a particular smell, an object, or a song always has a way to bring me back to that "moment". Hearing the song Hero by Mariah Carey in my car earlier today did just that to me. It brought me back to 22 years ago when I was still an 8 year old young girl.
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At the time, I was still living in the Philippines with my parents. And embarrassingly enough, I thought it would be fun to set up our garage into a sort of show set. Of course, yours truly was the main performer and of course my song of choice was Hero. Oh Gosh, thinking about it makes me cringe and want to crawl into my hiding place. I can even remember asking from neighbors and family an entrance fee. Haha. My parents were of course as supportive as ever. In fact, my father would prepare a French dessert, a Clafouti de Cerises / Cherry Clafouti to give out to the audience. Thankfully, taking photos and videos then was not as common as it is now. I don't know if I could bear seeing evidence of this.
I can't believe 22 years have passed. Since then, I've experienced losing both my parents, marrying the love of my life, and becoming a mother. My days are filled with balancing my work life and my family life. Being able to do what I love to do and enjoying being with the people that count the most in my life in this crazy world. Because if there's one thing I've learned is that we can never go back. We are bound to go forward.
Sometimes we take for granted what we have and we always tell ourselves that there's always a next time. But the truth of the matter is we never have a next time. Things are never going to be exactly the same. I'm never going to be an 8 year old again performing in front of my family and neighbors. Which is why, sometimes I wish there was a way I could tell that to my daughter. Tell her to enjoy the moment.
But the thing is, she'll never understand and I don't blame her. Because if someone had told me at the time I would have laughed at them or looked at them all confused. It took me 20 years to realize that I'll never get my moment back, after all.
I don't know if it's because of all of this thinking, but I came up with a fun idea for SO and I tonight. School is great, but I've always been a firm believer that we learn from experience. MR and I have been going back and forth about installing theme nights at home and it was time to finally get it done.
So while MR was working the afternoon shift at work, SO and I had our first official cooking workshop for tonight's dinner. This is a big step for me as I like to manage the kitchen and everything that happens there. But as we were preparing the Mini-Pizzas, Pigs in a Blanket, and Creamy Garlic Dip, I bit my lower lip when SO's work wasn't as perfect as I would have preferred. I know, I know - I have a problem.
But I must say we managed pretty well. And the end result was a wonderful dinner of appetizers, while watching the French version of The Voice on television. But the most wonderful of all was when SO looked at me and proudly said, "This is amazing, Mom. I'm eating food that I actually prepared and cooked!" Yes you are, Baby girl.
Cheers to more theme nights! <3