I. Choose. You.


I just finished listening to I Choose You by Sara Bareilles - okay, so not so much listening as I was singing and crying.  That song as well as a lot more of Sara B's just get me.  Have you heard it?  Oh sweet lovey, she wrote my love story. 

Just getting together with my husband was an obstacle.  There were so many negative forces in our way when we first started out.  My father was against our relationship until I got pregnant with my daughter.  At that point, when I declared that I would be keeping my baby, married or not, with his blessing of my future husband or not...I became me.  I became a woman...a mother.  After that everything just fell into place.  I had my beautiful daughter and a year later, we said "I choose you" to each other.

Yesterday's Mother's Day was very relaxing...as we did our usual Sunday stuff - you know, dim sum for brunch and watching some movies at home - I looked over at my daughter and thought, "All that I have is because of you."  I moved over to where she was with her little brother and told them, "Thank you for making me a Mommy."  They both gave me besitos and a hug and went on doing what they were doing. 

It was such a hard journey to get to where I am now.  My brother and I were talking a year or so back when my parents were visiting from Perú - and he said something that surprised me, "You were the one they always worried about.  You gave Papa a run for his money."  I'm paraphrasing, of course, but you get the point...

According to my father, I was the unruly, rebellious child.  I was the one who had him staying up nights worrying.  The thing is...I shouldn't have been.  I was the girl in high school that came straight home after school and hung out with her mom.  I didn't go to parties.  My parents never got phone calls from school about their "unruly, rebellious" daughter.  I was boring.  I was in choir.  I was the high school mascot.  Get the picture?  I may have gone to a friend's house a few times in my whole high school career.  Out of high school, I worked and took classes at the local community college.  I went to some parties.  I wasn't pregnant at a young age or a gangbanger's girlfriend.  But still I was a worry to my parents.  Why?  I don't know.  I've asked and never a straight answer.  I think it may have been because of what happened when I was little, but really?  That wasn't my fault.

I didn't date and when I did start dating my future husband, I was sent to live in Perú.  Yeah, it was hardcore strictness in my house.  But you know what's hilarious to me now?  The boy he didn't want me to date?  The one he thought was no good?  I ended up marrying him.  And at the end of it all...after so many years of hardship to be accepted and our love to be given his blessing...my father likes my husband.  He really does.  They laugh together.  He prays for my husband.  Wow.

But that doesn't matter now.  If I hadn't gotten pregnant - if my father had never seen the look of love I have for my husband - if it hadn't gone down the way it did....I don't even want to imagine it.  My life is so full now.  I am my own person, not worrying about what Papa thinks (well, not as much)...I am a wife and mother.  And it is my calling.


I choose you.  You, my husband.  You, my best friend.  You, my beautiful daughter.  You, my handsome son.
I choose you.
You, this life that I had to fight for...and would do it all over again.  Every single time.
I.
Choose.
You.
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10 comments:

  1. Isn't it funny how things work out just the way they're suppose to no matter what obstacles you face in the beginning?

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  2. Aww this story reminds of my parents story, they were in almost the same situation as you until my parents but their foot down and told my grandparents (on my mum's) side same as you and here we are 27 years later and they adore my parents

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  3. Beautiful :) What's meant to be will be!

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  4. I have been in love with that song lately, too! I love your story - can't lie, I teared up a little!...it seems that overcoming obstacles together can just make love all that stronger.

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  5. Everything does happen for a reason! So beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

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  6. Love! I need to check out this song stat! And seriously if my parent's could've sent me to the Philippines when I started "seeing" Nate they probably would have lol! Not because we were "bad" but because it was super strict in our home too. You were meant to be <3

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  7. Beautiful. So beautiful. THANK you. And I love that song.

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  8. This is so sweet. I really believe that things happen for a reason and that our choices are so important.

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  9. That song makes me cry every time. I also had difficulties getting family to accept my husband, and six years later there are some who still haven't because we moved fast. I am glad you're happy and fulfilled!

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Hey Lovey! You're commenting! You just made me happier than...well, me with a Chestnut Praline Latte. (Yes, now you know what to order for me if we ever go to Starbucks - lol)