FN Blog - Seven heads are better than one!

“Ate, pakihanap naman yung red headband ko. Nagmamadali na ako eh.” My trusty househelp was on all fours, looking under my bed, into my messy closet and all my bags. I had been looking for my headband for half an hour, and it was nowhere to be found. I was having a bad hair day, and tying that red sash around my messy head would make my frizzy, tikwas hair seem deliberate, ala Nicole Ritchie. I was sweating in my clothes and had all the paper bags strewn across my bed. I was running late for a shoot, and I was hating my hair. My red sash/headband was always just hanging by my mirror, but now it was nowhere to be found.

My little boy was watching me, and he had tried looking for it himself, but instead found a long-lost action figure from a McDonald’s Happy Meal under my bed. He was quietly playing with it in front of the TV as I paced around. I let out a sigh of surrender and a frustrated growl. My little boy then stood up and walked up to me. I was seated at the corner of my bed when he stretched his little arms up to me for a hug. I bent down and put my arms around him. He planted a big wet kiss on my cheek and he whispered in my ear: “Mommy, don’t be sad. When I’m big boy na, I will buy you many red headbands.”