Nah, man. If you look at it, sobrang chef’s kiss ng composition ng new minority.
Veteran senators in Senators Kiko, Tito, Bam, Risa, JV, Ping, Win, and JV.
Two of the newer ones who happen to be good at speaking when needed and have the spine to stand up in the Tulfo brothers.
You have a lawyer in Sen. Kiko, a former PNP chief in Sen. Ping, two members of the media in the Tulfo brothers, a statesman who is focusing on education in Sen. Bam, a Mindanao representation in Sen. Migz, the former SP in Sen. Sotto, a good committee head in Sen. Win, and a progressive in Risa Hontiveros.
One night I asked my mom how she knew my dad was “the one.” She didn’t say butterflies. She didn’t say grand gestures.
She said, “There was a year I wasn’t okay.”
She told me after I was born, she felt overwhelmed all the time. She stopped talking as much. Stopped laughing as loudly. She said she felt guilty for not being her usual self.
And my dad didn’t demand the “old her” back.
He just started doing small things.
He would wake up earlier to pack her lunch.
He’d fold the laundry without announcing it.
He’d sit beside her on the couch and just hold her hand without asking a single question.
She said one night she finally cried and told him she felt like she was failing at everything.
He didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t give a motivational speech.
Didn’t say “but you have so much to be grateful for.”
He just listened.
And the next week?
He didn’t treat her like she was fragile.
Didn’t bring it up during arguments.
Didn’t use it as proof that she was “too emotional.”
He loved her the same. Calm. Steady. Normal.
My mom looked at me and said,
“That’s when I knew. Love isn’t the loud days. It’s who stays gentle on the quiet ones.”
And suddenly their 20+ years together made sense.
Real love doesn’t panic when you’re not at your best.
It adjusts.
It waits.
It stays.
The clock glowed 3;17 a.m., and the baby’s cries had stitched the night together without pause. The mother stood in the kitchen, arms heavy, eyes burning from days without real sleep. When the crying spiked again, something inside her finally cracked; she set the baby safely in the crib, stepped back, and let the scream rip out of her chest. Her hands trembled as she shook herself, breathing hard, trying to reset the storm inside. After a moment, the noise faded to quiet sobs. She wiped her face, picked up her child, and rocked gently, the room slowly finding its rhythm again.
In moments when exhaustion pushes someone to the edge, how do we better recognize the signs and support parents before breaking points arrive?
@mattymathewsss (— being a software engineer that he is) refer to brie's growth spurts and learning new skills as software updates.
So anytime there is a sleep regression going on we ask her the next morning what new features were downloaded with her latest software update 🤣