The Laveries

Unexpected Realizations

Sometimes, the biggest realizations come in the most unexpected ways.

So… story time.

When my husband and I got married, we agreed on three children. Three, max.

After our first two boys, though, he started hoping for a girl.

I remember telling him, “You never really get to choose what you’re given.”

So I gave him an ultimatum.

Considering I’d had two C-sections and a few pregnancy complications, we would only try until I turned 36.

That was it.

For our first two boys, I got pregnant on the first try.

This time was different.

Month after month, nothing happened.

Eventually, we stopped counting.

We simply decided that if it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, we’d be okay—we already had two wonderful boys.

Then one morning, I woke up unusually early.

It was around seven.

Somehow, I realized I was four days late.

There was one pregnancy test left in the drawer.

Just one.

I took it without expecting much.

Two lines.

Positive.

Today, I’m seven months pregnant.

And if all goes according to plan, I’ll be giving birth just a few days before my 36th birthday.

Funny how life has its own sense of timing.

Sometimes we spend so much energy trying to plan our lives.

Setting timelines.

Making backup plans.

Believing we’re the ones in control.

But every now and then, life gently reminds us that some things arrive only when they’re ready.

Not when we ask.

Not when we expect.

Just when they’re meant to.

Head in the clouds,

To See The World

Learning has always been, and always will be a passion of mine.

I’ve always believed that the greatest form of learning is to see the world.

The obvious interpretation is travel.

But what does it really mean to see the world?

It is to journey through books and stories

It is to understand situations as though looking through a magnifying glass.

It is to feel an emotion before you even know its name.

It is to see life through your own lens—

or, as I like to call it, my rose-colored lenses.

To see the world is to notice.

To question.

To interpret.

To discover beauty in ordinary things.

Because learning is more than collecting facts.

Knowledge is more than just numbers and information stored in books.

It is the ability to think,

to feel,

to reflect—

to immerse your whole being into understanding what is.

And that, in itself, is a privilege.

A lifetime may not be enough to fully unravel the world’s mystery.

But perhaps learning was never about finding every answer.

Perhaps it is simply about never losing the curiosity to keep asking.

So…

Look.

Observe.

Think.

Feel.

Reflect.

And never stop learning.

Head in the clouds,

Beyond Blue and Pink

There’s a notion that…

“Once you’ve figured out one child, the second one will be easy.”

Or,

“Keep trying until you have a girl. Daughters are sweeter. They’ll be your best friend. They’ll take care of you when you’re old.”

It made me wonder:

Why do we talk about children as if their personalities are determined by their gender?

Every child arrives as their own person.

Being a boy doesn’t make someone less caring.

Being a girl doesn’t automatically make someone more gentle.

Character isn’t inherited through pink or blue.

It’s discovered over time.

My boys?

Yes, they’re loud.

They’re mischievous.

They’re endlessly energetic.

But they’re also thoughtful, affectionate, curious, and incredibly loving.

And with another little boy joining our family soon, I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.

If anything, I feel incredibly lucky.

I guess what matters most isn’t whether we raise boys or girls.

It’s whether we raise kind human beings.

Everything else is a beautiful surprise.

Head in the clouds,

Is It Worth It?

Come home.

Watch a show.

Rest.

You go out on a whim.

Meet with friends.

Stay out a little longer than planned.

You live for yourself.

Your time belongs to you.

Then, everything changes.

You become someone’s mother.

Late nights become sleepless nights.

Spontaneous plans become evenings spent at home.

You feel guilty for resting.

You wonder if you’ve done enough.

You feel selfish whenever you choose yourself.

Your life is no longer yours alone.

Your time becomes whatever is left after everyone else has been cared for.

Every day feels like two full-time jobs—

one as a professional,

another as a mother.

Is it worth it?

You ask.

Then a tiny hand reaches for yours.

A sleepy hug melts away the day’s exhaustion.

A single smile, and somehow, the answer begins to find you.

So…

What’s the answer?

Perhaps there isn’t one.

Not one that can be explained.

Not one that can be taught.

It’s something discovered in the quiet.

In the early mornings.

In midnight feedings.

In the gentle rhythm of caring for someone who depends entirely on you.

Some answers aren’t meant to be explained.

They’re simply meant to be felt.

Head in the clouds,

Welcome to The Laveries

Every idea begins as a reverie.

A quiet thought.

A passing observation.

A question that refuses to leave.

For years, those thoughts lived in notebooks, unfinished documents, and an old Tumblr blog where I simply wrote whatever was on my mind.

Looking back, I realize I wasn’t writing about different things.

I was exploring the same curiosity from different angles.

The Laveries is a play on my nickname, Lala, and the word reveries—a place where ideas are free to wander before they become something tangible.

This is where I’ll collect them.

Some may remain thoughts.

Some may become sketches.

Some may become photographs.

Some may become products.

Some may become businesses.

But they all begin the same way:

With an idea.

A problem worth solving.

Or a simple curiosity.

Head in the clouds,