Liberty

What’s your baby milk?

During the titos and titas of Manila era (my time), breastfeeding was not as popular compared today.

This afternoon my wife and I did grocery chores and I saw Liberty milk. It was my infant’s milk up to 4-6 years old.

I don’t blame my hardworking parents who were a security guard and a baker for having a canned milk during my toddler stage.

My mother told me that she have difficulty producing milk so she resorted to over-the-counter milk formula.

Liberty milk reminded me of my humble beginnings. I grew up in a Manila high-end squatter’s area. The place was spic and span and there were no traces that it was a slum. In fact, the landlord was a successful sari-sari store owner.

My parents lived from paycheck to paycheck and it was difficult to have both ends meet.

Today, there are support groups that advocates breastfeeding where lactating moms can share their milk to other family.

Before, my father used to put a hot water on the empty can of Liberty milk to make sure that the last drop of calcium are consumed.

Liberty milk was also a symbol of my childhood days. Simple but full of meaningful memories.

Tumbang preso, patintero, chato, moro-moro, goma, text, pinitpit na tansan ng softdrinks, taguan, etc – larong kalsada na payak.

Now, infant formula are well-researched and there are specific milk for different age groups.

Gadgets became a ‘go-to yaya’ and kids now are more impatient and has a shorter attention span.

I am not sure if it was because of the baby’s milk. Is it?

Liberty

Leche de libertad! My baby milk reminds me to take charge of my life whatever it takes to hell and high waters.

Here is my A Dose of Ramedy today:

Don’t play a victim. Be accountable for your action. Take charge. Life will never be easy but you have to commit to make it more meaningful.

Empower yourself with “I can” and “I will” statements. “I can give this talk.” “I will write this paper.” Then the juices start flowing and we rev ourselves up with positive energy.

“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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