Fatherhood, a primer

I became a father three years ago. A miracle came into our lives at a time when I've convinced myself that my wife Mayet and I will spend the rest of our sane lives eating outside, touring the world, reading books and raiding DVD stalls.

Fast-forward. Andie is now 3 and I now work at home, writing for politicians, still hoping to change the world through my principals.

My day starts with our morning coffee while our daughter is still sleeping (because she's still up till 12 in the evening.) Mayet then prepares to leave for office (she works in Makati) and if Andie is already up, she will join me in taking her mother to the FX terminal (to my non-Filipino friends, an FX is a public utility vehicle capable of seating at least 7 persons).

Sometimes, Andie's cousin Tami, will come earlier and she will join our brief joyride. She too stays in our house while her mother works in a nearby bank. Well, I'm not to claim that I'm the miracle worker responsible for taking care of the kids. As if it's a war, we have on our side my mother-in-law, the doting Lola of the girls, and the boys (Tami's brother Liam and Nico) who at the later part of the day will come home from school.

Now, without me giving details, begin imagining my day.