Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dada's Day

When the Daughter and I want the Hubby to bring something for us from his trips, we would lovingly call him Dada. It's a combi of his nickname (Tata) and how the kids call him (Dad). It's a sure-fire way to melt his heart.


But he hasn't only been a Dada to us in times of these shopaholic impulses. He has put our comfort and well-being first and foremost in every step of the way.


He is also the funniest. He has this sense of humor that only our family can comprehend. The Daughter often teases him for his bungled spelling. The Boys can play with him for hours and not get bored. He is almost always the clown and the icebreaker. 


Shh. But he can also be annoying, mind you. He can be the most makulit nagger around. Yes, he is the most over-protective, worrywart person in the Fam. He could go on and on reminding Issa to go home early, or Paolo to be responsible for his things in the dorm, or Carlo to text his mom every night. I am the more indie-spirited one, who wants my kids to play in the mud and run under the rain, while he would flatly refuse them to go out for they might catch a cold or meet a stranger or trip over. 


But he has never let the Kids feel the need to want. He has always provided. They have not yet asked, and he has already given. Such is how he has always made our home feel safe and secured. 


For this, he is the world's greatest Dada in our hearts.

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