I’ve always wanted to write a book for publication, but it wasn’t until the summer of 2022 after a trip to the Getty Museum in Los Angeles where it all came to fruition. I was left in awe at such a magnificent legacy one man had made, and it prompted me to think deeply about what kind of legacy I could bequeath to my own daughters. This realization came just as I am about to reach my 40s, which is about halfway through life, and it was the most opportune time to take a pause and reflect about my journey so far. What have I learned up to this point? What wisdom would I want to impart to my daughters? What can I do to improve the next half of my life if given a chance to live that long? With these questions in mind, I decided to structure my book almost as a love letter to my daughters. In writing down stories spanning from my childhood in Manila, my immigration to the U.S., my career trajectory, motherhood musings, pivotal moments of my life, and important people that have helped shaped me. I am also, in a way, re-introducing myself to them and allowing them to see me beyond motherhood. I want them to get to know me as a daughter, a sister, a child, a young adult, and a partner, hoping that somehow, they will see bits and pieces of themselves in me.
Midpoint: A Memoir is my passion project, something that is very personal and dear to me. Through it, I want my daughters to be able to feel my unwavering love and presence no matter how old they get.As I was crafting the book, I realized the importance and power of stories too. These are what will live on long after we are gone, and I wanted my stories to be recorded. When I made the decision to publish my book, I knew that due to my unique and personal circumstances, there was a risk that my stories wouldn’t resonate with the masses. I knew that going in, and I’ve accepted that. My main purpose has always been to write for my daughters anyway. However, if it does end up in someone else’s hands, I hope they learn a lesson or twofrom my experiences, maybe have a laugh at my childhood misadventures and youthful blunders, shed some tears as they read about my pain, and feel the immense love that a mother has for her children. Should any or all of these happen, then and only then would I consider my book a success.
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