In our household, we give premium to good nutrition. Husband and I believe that it is critical that our children are given access to better nutrition for their physical, mental, and emotional development. But how about those poor, abandoned, and neglected children? Who works to improve their nutrition?
My mother told me once she wanted her only daughter to take up ballet lessons. We cannot afford the tuition fee, though, thus that plan was put on hold until totally scrapped.
Now that I have kids of my own, my mom would want them to attend ballet lessons. Only that they aren’t interested. They prefer basketball or soccer. Perhaps because they are all boys.
“Rage can kill you.”
This was what my eight-year-old boy told me one Monday evening. I went home that day; saw the house nearly in chaos; and expressed my disappointed to my three boys. Surprised with my sudden rage, my boys were like superorganisms working and moving very fast to please their silly mother.
We don’t buy school needs and shoes on days when the school year is about to start. We buy them usually on the first quarter of the year when department stores offer big discounts to dispose of old stocks and introduce new arrivals at a higher cost.
With three boys all attending school, we need to strategize in order to save money. I would want my children to have good education thus I always save money for that purpose. Of course, I’ve been a student once and I know the “need” to own new things as well. I don’t want to deprive my boys of that joy and excitement, too.
If you eat Facebook and Instagram for breakfast, you would certainly see a number of Bento Box posts. Often, you would want to try but sadly, your very pessimistic self would remind you do not have the luxury of time to do as much. So you would end up serving the same packed lunch for your kids. They are happy, I guess, with the packed lunch. But they could even be happier if food on those lunch boxes is perfectly portioned, creatively executed, and beaming with colors and flavors.
With this in mind, joining the first ever Frabelle Foods Bento Workshop is an easy decision. I am confident that after the workshop, I could replicate some of those adorable feasts and even invent some.
Husband is limiting his cholesterol intake. Our children, however, love the taste of meat in almost all dishes. Cooking separate meal for them can be tiresome. Good thing there is PORKSAVOR.
It’s a sad reality that in the Philippines, there’s an undeniable stigma with families whose one or more members are suspected to be suffering from mental illness. Most are hesitant to go to a psychiatrist for consultation because once the people around them find out about it, there’s a tendency to be looked at differently — to be considered not normal.
I pinched my son’s ears. Twice. He grimaced. Tears streamed down his face. But continued to do his assignment.
I was tasked to go with a writer to interview four doctors specializing in joint replacement. The interview was at 6:30pm somewhere in Serendra, Bonifacio Global City. We got everything after an hour and a half.
It was so hard to get a cab willing to transport us to Trinoma. Finally, we got a cab after almost 15 minutes. Traffic slowed to a crawl along the northbound lane of EDSA. Only after Crame in Quezon City did the traffic flow became lighter. Reached Trinoma at 9:20pm.
I was home by 10:15pm. I found second son still at the living room doing his assignments. I asked him. I was too angry that I pinched him.
My Second son is now all grown up. He is just 12 years old, but he speaks and acts just like any fine man I know. Let me share with you some of the sweetest gestures ever by my young man through the years.
Second son’s sweet gestures: LOOKING AFTER HIS MAMA
April 4, 2010, at the big house
The boys spent their summer vacation at the big house. I visited them there and decided to spend the night in my old room – the room without an aircon, as the boys often describe. My Second Son peeped then returned after a few seconds with his pillows. He slept beside me.
I encouraged my boy to return to his room. He told me the aircon wasn’t working well in the other room. I checked the aircon unit and discovered that it was perfectly working contrary to my son’s claim.
The following morning, my mother related to me what Second Son told her last night. “I want to sleep with mama in the other room. She is alone. When she returns to the small house, I will sleep beside you again (at the aircon room),” was Second Son’s statement.
I was on the phone with husband two days after the bedroom scene. I mentioned to him the room transfer story. He told me that he asked Second Son “to look after your mama when I am not around.” That again explained why Second Son was sitting beside me while his two brothers were outside playing with their new motorcycle toy.
I wrote this entry weeks ago. I had second thoughts posting this before. May be, the timing isn’t right yet. But some say timing isn’t everything, but almost.
I once read that “nothing in itself is truly good or bad. It is when you put it to work that matters in the end.” This gave me the excuse to finally post my week-long entry.