Big Bunso was absent from his classes yesterday. He preferred to attend a kiddie arts festival. I showed him the other day a poster of the event and he excitedly told me “I want to be there, mama.”
And so I let him.
Yes, this mama who, as much as possible, does not want her boys to skip classes, allowed her Big Bunso to absent himself. Why? Because her son wanted to attend that art festival.
Just this morning, Second Son left as early as 7:30am for a church meeting. He is an acolyte, and has been serving our parish for nearly four years. He came home at 2:00pm which was unusual as meetings typically end before noon. His clothes were also covered with dirt. When asked, he told this mother he went to the nearby park after their meeting to play basketball. His mom just smiled then asked the son to accompany her buy fruit tea and hotdog sandwich for merienda. She didn’t flare up- very opposite of her usual reaction if confronted with similar incident.
I don’t know if the kids all prayed that their mom would react differently during those two separate events. Or God must have heard this momma’s plea to help her be more loving and understanding a mother.
Or perhaps, this mother realized that yes, school is important, but it’s not the only place where children can learn. That yes, high grades are very pleasing to any one’s eyes but, those aren’t the true measurement of learning.
The art festival Big Bunso attended will not only broaden his knowledge about the arts but will also deepen his awareness and appreciation that definitely textbooks cannot seem to teach.
I hope that I could stand by my decision that though school is an important setting where my boys would learn, the world can give a better chance for them to apply these learnings. I should have done this years ago– let them see the world’s beauty and chaos. But still, I am thankful that I finally let go of my excessively protective nature.
Second son’s decision to play basketball was perhaps an impulsive one. On his way to the park though, I am positive that his brain sent a vision of an angry mother thus giving him the chance to turn his back and head home. He pushed for it still and took responsibility. He may tell his mama the truth or make up excuses, but still preferred to be honest.
That honesty was such a noble act that made me prefer to keep quiet and trust my young man. Accepting ownership of his act was incredibly worthy of his mother’s understanding.
My two young gentlemen chose to be free — free from routine; Big Bunso of school and Second Son of house. So why should I be angry in the first place?
THEY CHOOSE TO LIVE. ANY MAN’S PURPOSE, AFTER ALL, IS TO LIVE AND NOT JUST EXIST.