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.
“I long to hear a baby’s cry. Those wails, to me, are music to the ears. I want to change diapers, too. And if only God will grant our wish, I will forever be grateful. I will love our children to bits.”
These are what a wife confessed in front of about a hundred audience on the Infertility talk I’ve attended last Saturday. She and her husband have been married for 16 years. She hoped for even one child and shared the same prayer with her husband.
When someone talks about the advantages of responsive parenting, we often consider it from the perspective of cognitive development. As a mother, being more sensitive to our kids’ emotions is apparently our most significant achievement.
During babyhood, we hold our baby up whenever he cries. It is a natural reaction. We try to fulfill his demands and give most of our time keeping our infant close to us. But, have you ever thought that your proximity and closeness help develop the emotional bonding between you and the child? Yes, it does improve and strengthen the emotional bonding.
However, the more difficult phase of parenting begins when our kid grows up and starts showing those upsetting toddler behaviors. The best way to deal with this stage is to demonstrate how sensitive we could be.
I said yes to an event in BGC knowing I have a car to use. Unfortunately, Franco (our Ford Focus) failed me that day. Husband decided to accompany his wife as I have SumoSam with me as well.
The gathering lasted for about an hour and a half. It wrapped up by 5 pm. We got caught in the after-office rush hour. After almost an hour of waiting for a cab, Grab or Uber, we finally got a kind taxi driver to at least bring us outside BGC.
EDSA was jam-packed. We walked towards Guadalupe with high hopes we could at least use the train to reach home. Though our weary steps may falter, it was our determination to be home that pushed us to go further. I walked faster than my husband, wanting to reach the MRT station in no time. Our Sumosam is getting heavy to carry, too. Then husband heard a loud car horn from behind. He didn’t mind until the driver gestured to husband to hop in. We went inside the kind soul’s car thinking he was one of the organizers of the event we attended just recently. But we were wrong.
This mother discovered the beauty of babywearing about two years ago. She got a few projects for writing at home, however, her newborn would always want to be near his mama. Though she loves carrying her little man in her arms, she just couldn’t finish her household chores and some writing assignment on time. She would end up burning the midnight oil just to finish her commitment.
Until one day, she visited a mom and baby bazaar and saw a few parents babywearing their little ones. She joined a babywearing group, became part of the community, and little by little understood not only the convenience of babywearing but its advantages as well.
She bought a number of carriers until she found what best suits her Little Man.
An invite to the Shadrach’s Collection
My two-year-old son can be real energetic that often when I am busy beating deadlines, he would act so unreasonable and would want my attention. That is how I would describe him -unreasonable and uncooperative. However, it isn’t him but me acting unreasonable and unaccommodating. He is just a kid and obviously, he loves to play and he would want to include his mother in his pretend play. How insensitive can I be?
There are instances as well when he would again sit beside me and after a few minutes urge me to go to bed. And I would again think he is acting so unreasonable and uncooperative. I need to finish a deadline and yet here is the little kiddo disturbing me. Shame on you, Berlin for thinking of that! He just wants to sleep because it’s way past his bedtime and you are still there burning the midnight oil.
– Tom Robbins, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas