“What do you want to be when you grow up?” my husband and I asked our daughter.

We were having dinner and I just blurted the question after my son started the topic on what course is best for him to pursue in college.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked my son.

He hesitantly provided me with answers. Nothing was sticking. He was changing it every few seconds. Understandably true for every kid. But he is 16-years old. He should have something.

I can still vividly remember what I wanted to be when I was about 7-years old. Definitely not the next Miss Universe. Throughout the years, my answers to the question of what I wanted to be when I grow up changed a thousand times I’m sure.

Now, going back to my daughter.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” we asked her once again.

She looked at us with firm conviction.

“Old and happy.”

Welcome to Blogging Mama, a blog that I’ve long been wanting to start for about three years now. The problem was that something was trying to pull me from continuing with it. I do not know what to write. I do not know what a mother for two kids and a wife to one can share. I am not interesting. I am not a good writer.

However, I have a story to tell. It may not be the most compelling story but I have one. It can be about my family, my thoughts, my work and my passion. It’s a story. And it is important that I share it with someone, like you, before I even let go and forget about it.

My favorite line about story telling is from Patricia Evangelista, the producer of the television show “Storyline” in the Philippines. She said:

“It doesn’t have to be a monumental story. It just needs spirit. We want a story that has heart, and we need a storyteller who can tell a story.”

So, let the blogging begin.