December 6, 2012. My son taught me patience is another of those writings inside the box –
I slept earlier than the usual so I may wake up early the following day. My Saturday has already been programmed to do my usual weekend household chores – do the market, laundry, house cleaning and cook meals in between. Just the thought of all these household chores would want me to shout and hate life.
Darn. I overslept. My eyes though would like to sleep more and my body seemed glued on the bed. I forced myself to stand up.
I checked on the boys. Big Bunso was still sound asleep, sharing the bed with me. I went to the other room. No one was there!
I went down and saw Second son on the couch. Husband relayed to me that second son waited for him to finish his assignment (husband is taking up his masters in structural engineering at the Mapua Institute of Technology).
And so it was like a slap on my face. Our little boys have always been very patient with their parents. And this mother has been acting like a bitch.
Another lesson learned by a 34-year old mother from her nine-year old son.