PERSONAL NARRATIVES, MOMMY TIPS, AND THRILLING DISCOVERIES TO MAKE DAILY LIFE THE HAPPIEST
I always love it when I learn something new every day. Or at least I am reminded of things I should opt to know.
Today is not only my Firstborn’s 16th birthday. This mother learned one valuable lesson worth the time spent away from her son’s breakfast celebration. Together with a select few media friends and influencers, I got to understand what DNA is and how to take charge of my family’s health.
May aaminin ako.
Nagdurugo ang puso ko sa kung ano ang kinahinatnan mo. Hindi naman sa napariwara ka na, ngunit sadyang hindi ko lang nais makita na ganyan ang buhay na gusto mong tahakin.
Nag-usap tayo ng umagang iyon. Pinilit kong wag magpakita ng kahit isang patak ng luha. Nais kong ipakita sa iyo na ako ang nanay na nais mong buuin sa isip mo- walang puso, manhid, at matapang.
Paano ba nagsimula ang lahat?
Looking at my boys, I must say that creativity is more than an inborn talent. It is a skill developed not only because a child is intelligent. The kid took advantage of the opportunities presented his way just the same that his parents help him develop new and known skills.
I find creative people more flexible, perhaps even greater problem solvers. They can easily adapt to technological advances as well as create wealth from new possibilities. They don’t easily give up but consider the situation a blessing to learn and accommodate new learning.
Allow us to share with you ways on how kids can nurture their creativity.
MOMI LAUGHS AND CRIES| Our third graduate
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.
MOMI LAUGHS AND CRIES| Our third graduate
So to you our third, our Big Bunso-
Dan Gable, freestyle wrestler and Olympic gold medalist
MOMI SMILES AND CRIES| I am a cloud
For three weeks, I never spoke to my Second Son. We had a mother-son argument that led me to use the rod and him to hate me. I thought it would be forever. Perhaps it was the school recollection that pushed my son to finally approach me. Or that bile reflux and extreme heartburn I experienced that night. Or possibly, it was God healing both our hearts from the hurt.
Let me tell you a story of how it happened.
MOMI SMILES AND CRIES| Choose happiness
My son was invited by his school to deliver an inspirational message to the graduating students of the CASA Department. These are the students who will be entering Grade 1.
At first, my 12-year old son declined the invitation. He told the principal that he has a stage fright. This mother got a call from my boy’s class adviser and was asked if I could convince my son to give an inspirational talk.
After a few convincing pieces, my son finally said yes. I asked him to draft his speech. I read it and I am positive, he is the right choice for the task.
Allow me to share with you my son’s inspirational message to the CASA students of his school.
MOMI REALIZES | My always full basket
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.
MOMI LEARNS| You don’t need to always catch the ball
Early last week, both my grade six and grade nine boys have been sleeping late at night for two consecutive days already. The younger one finished a ukelele group project due in three days time. My elder one, on the other hand, got busy with a truss bridge he needed to submit by the end of the week.
Concerned, I asked them how was their division of labor. Both my boys relayed to me that no one wanted to work so they took charge.
MOMI SMILES| Meaningful Monday 1
Our house was surrounded by clutter and dust and all I did was turn a blind eye to them all. Perhaps, the same thing my boys did. Instead of cleaning, I passed the responsibility to my children. I always have my baby and toddler as an excuse. But despite the nagging, they just can do what their little hands can. Many times, I felt demotivated with all the mess. Surely, it did affect my boys, too.
