May you find your place under the sun.
My mother sent me to an exclusive school because she always believes that education is the best gift you could give a child. And my mom definitely would want the best gift for her only daughter. I must say, the educational institution where I graduated middle school has truly prepared me for college. It likewise molded my deep faith in Jesus.
My husband also came from an exclusive school. He would always tell our children how his mother worked hard to send him to school. He would want our boys to study where he spent his almost 10 years discovering about Science, Math, and English. Only that the place is just too far from where we are staying. Thus, the next big thing is to look for an equally reliable school for our boys.
This will only be short and quick. I’ve cried a lot watching you march on stage. And I cried some more before I sleep. If I make this message long, surely I would cry again.
Our third graduate
So to you our third, our Big Bunso-
Dan Gable, freestyle wrestler and Olympic gold medalist
I just can’t sleep. With two of my youngest in the hospital, I simply can’t find peace at the moment.
So I stared at my two precious darlings for too long. Then I wonder, when was the last time I looked at them intently? Or at least caress them as if I don’t care for the time.
It was 15 years ago when I visited my OB-Gyn for my regular prenatal checkup. He told me my cervix was already 3cm and I should pack my things and proceed to the hospital. I was so clueless about what to expect and what would happen next. All I knew was to trust my doctor and if I can, enjoy each experience.
My Optimal Birth Outcome experience
We arrived at the hospital passed lunch time. I was brought to the labor room. The room was similar to an emergency room, with curtains dividing each bed. I could hear other moms in labor wailing, even cursing. My doctor warned me to never be hysterical or else he will leave me alone. I took it seriously and cried in silence. The labor pains were really something you wouldn’t want to experience again. After 11 hours of monitoring, a number of IEs, and several BPs, I was finally brought to the delivery room.
It was midnight of May 17. My hands and legs were strapped. I was instructed to make a push. It took us three hours before finally hearing a loud wail of a baby – my boy. At 3:10 am, I gave birth to my Firstborn. And everyone in the room gasped, “your son is so handsome.” Then I lost consciousness.
This momi believes in the importance of reading. Just like me and the many parents I know, The Gateway Gallery likewise strongly believes in the power of literacy. The Gateway Gallery is managed by the J. Amado Araneta Foundation (JAAF), the Corporate Social Responsibility arm of the Araneta Group.
It was his mother’s birthday. He woke up early, brought the trash outside the house, and left. He went home after two hours and went back to bed.
Same thing happened the other week when they didn’t have an internet connection. He would tell his mother he needs to go to the nearest computer shop to finish an assignment. Only for several times his grandmother or brother would fetch him, and he would always be home ill-tempered.
It was the same situation for a month or two now. After school, he would change clothes then set up his laptop and act as if doing his assignment. Only that he was just playing real hard. He would even go to the nearest convenience store to load a P300 game card his mother can’t even understand and remember the name.
I give up!
That was my loud wail. I left husband sitting on the kitchen counter too stunned to even say a word. I closed our bedroom door and cried.
On Giving up
This mother felt too exhausted. With the many household chores, school activities, and writing commitment, l just wanted my alone time. But with an active toddler and a needy infant to feed and take care of, it seems my desire to have my peace can’t possibly happen.
So I just cried. I stayed in the bedroom the whole day.
Ang unang silay
Naalala ko pa. Una tayong nagkita sa simbahan ng Banal na Pamilya ni Kristo. Ako ay isang bagong miyembro ng Munting Kristo na naglalayong magturo ng mabuting salita ng Diyos sa mga munting kabataan sa ating komunidad. Ako ay madaling namangha sa iyong kabaitan at taglay na paggalang sa nakatatanda. Ang bawat pagsapit ng Linggo ay aking pinananabikan sapagkat tayo ay muling magkikita. At abot hanggang langit ang aking kaba sa tuwing tayo ay magkakatabi sa upuan tuwing misa. Ibig sabihin kasi ay magkakahawak ang ating mga kamay pagsapit ng “Ama Namin.” Alam mo ung “mga paru-paro sa loob ng tiyan” na malimit nilang banggitin? Yun ang aking nararamdaman sa tuwing kita ay masisilayan. At hindi ko malilimutan ang magandang balitang nakarating sa akin nung isang araw na iyon. Akin kasing nabatid na ikaw man din ay may pagtingin sa akin. Iyon na siguro ang pinakamasayang araw ng aking buhay kabataan.
There is this kind of being that most women become when they began to give birth to a child. She acts, speaks, and listens with love and understanding. She is compassionate and even passionate about her new found role. The love inside grows and reaches to even not her children. Because she knows in her heart and mind that youngsters should be given love, care, and time.
Such woman is called a mother.