Do you hear children fighting over a toy? Faster than a speeding power wheel and able to get to a homework station in a single leap, I put on my cape and pull back my black stringy hair. In one fluid motion with a laundry basket in one hand and duster in the other, I rush to the scene transpiring in the living room. With my shirt brightly emblazoned with an ‘S’ on my chest for “Super Mom,” I diffuse the situation, and the two boys end up in my arms satisfied with my loving hugs.

I wake up from my daydream and remind myself I am not in Texas anymore. Instead, I am in my home in Las Vegas that I share with several family members in true Filipino fashion. Living in my house is my husband James, my two sons, 11-year-old Jace and 8-year-old JaxShai, my sister Aileen, and my mother.

Somedays I miss being back in my hometown. The simplicity of Corpus Christi where it seemed like everyone knew each other somehow. But I could always escape and sit on the beach to listen to the waves and have my toes wiggling in the sand. Since I moved to the Sin City, my life has barely become what one would picture in the city that never sleeps.

My favorite days are at the park, attending family-friendly events or just being home playing board games. After I put my kids to bed, I work on the business operations for the Las Vegas Women’s Basketball League that I own and volunteer my time to the 501-c3 non profit Girls Youth Basketball program that I am a board member for.

I have found many amazing friends here that have influenced me, but I pride myself on staying true to my Texas roots and genuine southern hospitality culture. Looking back, I have always stuck out. I was a little Filipino girl in a predominately Hispanic city who loved playing basketball with a bunch of white chicks in a sport that belonged to the black kids at school.

My freshman year in high school, I had to fill out a questionnaire for a college recruiting book that coaches look at. One of the questions was “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I sat in trepidation as the other girls on my team scribbled down their responses, “doctor, physical therapist and dentist, etc…”

I sat frozen.

I had no idea. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what I truly wanted to be. Then I wrote the word “happy” in the small blank. Although confident and pleased with my response, my parents definitely were not.

Truth be told, I have spent my life battling mediocrity and pursuing greatness with a broken compass.

I know I have never been the smartest kid in class or the star of anything. I was never exceptionally skilled at anything except for basketball. I played since a very young age and then made the varsity team all four years of high school. But my senior year came and all coaches could tell me is I didn’t have the height or athletic ability to be successful at the college level.

Now, I am 35 years young and still trying to navigate through life to find my purpose but the paradox of it all is that I am happy.

Everyday I appreciate my journey and what God has given me in this life. I have the most loving husband and I wake up to my Jax and Jace calling me their queen. Sometimes I watch them in their deep, peaceful slumber, the whole time in awe, wondering how I could have created these beautiful, perfect beings.

Everything that happens in between my day is almost inconsequential. It’s so cliché, but once you have a child, every decision you make and every moment in your life is dedicated to that little version of you.

But, I’ve kept my own identity, and in hope to not be profiled as your “typical mom,” I have held on to a sense of who I am.

I am the embodiment of hypocrisy. I blabber aimlessly but want to listen. I don’t want to be hot. I want to feel beautiful. I don’t understand people but they fascinate me, and I want to hug everyone. I’ll get down with rap and hip hop then go to sleep to Coltrane. I want to be famous but find peace in a place where no one knows me. I might be small, but I can put up a fight. I’m a proud independent woman, but I suck at shopping and still don’t know how to put on makeup or fix my hair. I am a free spirit and I think outside the box, and I believe in my heart, I can change the world for the better.

Here at Post Launch, I have some direction and focus to accomplish something. I have always had an affinity for writing and helping people. Here, I can do both. And I know I am in a great spot to grow.

I firmly believe that each person dictates their future and has a choice to be happy with decisions they make. I am okay if I am never a powerful CEO or travel to every desirable destination on the planet, but best believe, I will damn well try. I am secure with me for now. But at the end of my superhero story, I know this one has a happy ending. Because I will make it happen.

Three words that would describe you as a child?

Weird, hyper-active, dreamer

Four favorite albums?

College Dropout – Kanye West

Sublime – Sublime

In Between Dreams – Jack Johnson

Dreaming of You – Selena

If you were to host a dinner party, which 12 fictional characters would you invite to dine with you?

Ninja Turtles, Genie from Aladdin, The Brain (Pinky and the Brain), Forrest Gump, Ant Man, Jem, Yoda, Ugly Betty, Holly Golightly, Kat from 10 Things I Hate About You