Can Fairy Tales Be Real?

#my500words – Day 5

Women have this tendency to look for a fairy-tale romance. Growing up with Disney movies, we see Princesses and happily-ever-after endings. Inevitably, we expect the same thing and want it to be a reality in our lives. Sometimes to the extent that we imagine ourselves to be “damsels in distress” as we wait for our “knights in shining armor“. We dream of a love story filled with music, dancing, fairy godmothers…and even fireworks! Bippity boppity boo! Can it really happen in real life?

I can only speak for myself. Based on my own experience. My “knight” came not wearing an armor, but in jeans, striped polo shirt, and eyeglasses. I wasn’t in distress. I was, in fact, excited as we were scheduled that night to visit “Star City“. It’s an amusement park in Pasay City, Metro Manila. He was taking my friend out (his friend’s younger sister), and I was just tagging along.


Instead of Prince Charming, I even thought he was more like Julius Caesar because “he came, he saw, and he conquered“. Hahaha. I met him on that 26th of November and we were already boyfriend-girlfriend on the 4th of December of that same year. Just a week later! We got married after 3 years. Though I remember that he was already talking to my mom about his plans of marrying me as early as our first month together. He was not wasting time at all. Hahaha. Kidding aside, that’s what endeared him to me. He was serious to have me. And have me forever. *deep contented sigh*

Was there music? Most often he sings off-key. Definitely our son got his singing skills from me. Peace, My Prince. Hehehe. But nothing can stop him when he sings to me our theme song “Cherish The Treasure” every 4th of the month – on our Lunaversary. This he sings with feelings. *big wide toothy smile*

Was there dancing? Believe it or not, he has “two left feet“. Our son and I even kid him that he is not only “out of tune” in singing…but also in dancing. Hehehe. But we can always slow dance. *wink wink*

Were there fairy godmothers? We had my mother and my grandmother that time. Both with no wings, no wands, no magic. When he and I would fight, my mother would be the first to give a great advice. She never had negative words about him. I even felt she was on his side every time. My maternal grandmother equally loved him. She could not see anymore due to her cataracts but she had ‘bionic‘ ears. If he was visiting, my grandma would know it was him climbing up the stairs to her room. She would excitedly call out his name. Hmmm, wait a minute, they were playing favorites!

Were there fireworks? Literally only on New Year’s eve. Or figuratively during our fights. Hahaha.

One real thing for sure is that God has given me my Prince. Even if there are “witches, ogres, and trolls” coming up every now and then, we have God’s hedge of protection. He may not be in a physical armor, but my Prince wears a spiritual armor. He fights not with a physical sword, but he fights by praying for me, and for us. We may not be in a castle, nor surrounded by gardens and meadows, but our love is our home, our God is our security.


Why would fairy tales then be a hit, especially for women? I realized it is because of the LOVE in it. That means we can choose to open our eyes to “fairy tale” moments actually happening in our real lives. Praise God for letting me see these things through Love’s eyes when he cooks my favorite dishes, when he supports my endeavors, when he gently strokes my hair to make me sleep, when he helps with household chores, when he offers to do my errands, when he carries my stuff for me, when he hugs me tight, when he holds my hand, when he tenderly tucks my hair behind my ear, and many more.

So if you’re asking if I am living my happily ever after? You bet I do! *twirling in my pink gown*



My Progress:
January 3 – Day 1 – 579
January 4 – Day 2 – 792
January 5 – Day 3 – 626
January 6 – Day 4 – 652
January 7 – Day 5 – 709


My Heaven.

Sitti posted this question on her Facebook status yesterday – “What would your heaven be like?”.  When I read it, I remembered my post on my multiply blog on October 20, 2007 as follows:

how I want my WAKE to be…(when I’m aged 100…hehehe)…;-)

>>> I’m cremated…and put in a PINK URN…the place decorated with pink butterflies, pink flowers, pink ribbons…my obituary will be an invitation to a party…all my friends, best friends, classmates, batchmates, relatives, co-Sittizens, teachers are invited…everybody comes in pink…my debut pic where I’m wearing my pink dress will be enlarged and placed in front…my fave dance hits playing…Sitti to sing my song or songs (in God’s grace and favor)…my BEST FRIENDS will say their Eulogies…how they remember me…NO MASS…NO SERVICES…Just a program where people will sing…will dance…will share their stories of fond memories spent with me…if I have the time and the chance, I would make a video or a long letter or several letters…and all these will be played or read that day…the whole event videotaped for posterity…for my great-grandchildren to know and remember me…;-) 

Knowing that, for sure my idea of Heaven will be like this and more! Why?Jesus is with me!

And though I’m quite a big girl, I will always be a child at heart.

There is actually one thought that persists in my mind especially during “challenging” and “stormy” times in my life.  It’s like my “happy thought” I imagine myself to be in whenever I am worried, troubled, in doubt or in fear.  It is of me sleeping on the lap of Jesus sitting on His Throne.

Peace then envelops me.  It never fails.  That then is my idea of Heaven.  I can already be in it even while I’m still on earth.  *big toothy smile*

Are you listening?

Have you heard this before?  If you did, it’s a sign that the person talking to you felt that you were not paying attention.  What actually matters in a conversation is making the other feel that you are present at that moment – both mind and body.  Not just physically present but mentally absent.  Most of us are guilty about this.  In these times, we have so many distractions.  Sometimes we think about what to say next.  Sometimes we’re thinking about something else like errands to do, things to settle, and other endless lists.  Women also talk more than men.  We talk in any occasion and in every emotion, whether we’re happy or sad, excited or depressed.  The other person doesn’t even need to dispense advice.  We just like to feel being listened to.

Kids, especially teenagers, are particular about this.

I hope that as parents we can learn to be there for our kids before other people do.  How sad it will be if they get this attention from strangers.

It happens to married couples too.


How many marriages have been broken just because somebody else listens to their spouses more.  And how many arguments, fights and wars could have been avoided if  people just listened more.  Even with our prayers, most of us think that it’s a one-way street, we do all the talking (usually asking God for blessings).  We forget that God speaks in a still small voice and we have to really take time to be quiet and listen to Him.

The Bible reminds us in James 1:19 “My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.”  This Christmas, may we learn to give time to our loved-ones.  Time to listen.  Time to know them more.  It’s something you can give for free but you will surely reap great benefits. You’ll be surprised of new things you can discover about them… if you just only listen. 😉