PERSONAL NARRATIVES, MOMMY TIPS, AND THRILLING DISCOVERIES TO MAKE DAILY LIFE THE HAPPIEST
I went home from work last Friday. Second son planted a quick kiss on my check and returned to his seat. He had a thimble on his finger and he was doing some running stitches. I saw his work and it didn’t look so good at all. He told me he wanted to finish his H.E.L.E. assignment that night so he could do other things on weekend.
How to teach kids to sew a running stitch?
My nine-year-old boy texted me to buy 1/8 illustration board and a box of modeling clay (of any color). He plans to do his science project all by himself on a weekend — a cardiac muscle made of clay.
I provided him with his needs and let him do his project for I myself do not have any idea on how to do it.
I saw a few pages of second son’s Civics and Culture book all plastered with scotch tape.
This mother smiled.
My nine-year-old boy is showing signs that he can now take care of his things.
I was an inconsolable freak last weekend. I was so angry that I let my anger eat me and let my emotions control my actions. I chose to respond in a negative way, even hurting my boys. And God forgive me, I saw in their eyes the fear and confusion.
I went out for a walk. I want to stop myself from destroying my sons’ trust in me. I tried to look for hope.
What is hope? I once read in Nick Vujicic’s Limitless that hope is where dreams begin.
It is the voice of my purpose.
August 12, 2013.
The newly installed parish priest of the Christ the King of the Universe Parish introduces to the crowd the newest batch of altar boys. Second son is second from the right.
Another of those writings inside the box, now posting it here to remind myself of the things I did in the past and for my boys to be reminded of their childhood. This was written last October 16, 2012 at 11:35 pm.
With the momi out of sight, the kids sometimes forget to eat before studying after arriving home from school. So I always make it a point to leave notes for them to read. Notes like “eat merienda before studying… etc.”
This morning, though, I thought of something different. It might have been my “too much reading of the Twilight series” that led me to think of trails. I would want them to follow a trail and at the end of the rainbow is just the kids’ ordinary merienda. But at least, they had fun following the trail.
As usual, I am at home with my one-year-old. Supposedly, we were to attend an event in Makati today but decided to just stay at home. I did not receive confirmation from the company if I could babywear my son. Now that the young man is sleeping, I have a few hours to sort out my knickknack box. From my cleaning, I chance upon some unpublished writings. Some new blog entries, I told myself. Also a way to document everything as there were many from the past that I cannot remember anymore.
I wrote this last May 13, 2010. My Big Bunso was four years old then; today, he is 10 years old.
We came home from the boys’ school with their new books. Excited to have the books covered, I hurriedly went to a nearby office supplies store to buy a roll of plastic cover. I instructed my four-year-old son to close the door and never entertain any guests.
Another helpful household nitty-gritty I found during my visit in a do-it-yourself hardware store is this non-slip hanger strip. Found this very useful especially for my blouses and dresses that slide right off the ends of the hanger.
After a day though, the adhesive of this non-slip hanger strip fell off. Maybe because my hanger is made of plastic. I need to use a clip and twist to keep the strip from sliding off the hanger.
December 6, 2012. My son taught me patience is another of those writings inside the box –
Friday, 9:45pm
I slept earlier than the usual so I may wake up early the following day. My Saturday has already been programmed to do my usual weekend household chores – do the market, laundry, house cleaning and cook meals in between. Just the thought of all these household chores would want me to shout and hate life.
Saturday, 5:45am
Darn. I overslept. My eyes though would like to sleep more and my body seemed glued on the bed. I forced myself to stand up.
I am a happy mother to four gorgeous boys and a contented wife to a hardworking structural engineer. We live in a small house within a small village and aim to live our lives the happiest. One fine morning, while the kids are at school and the husband works for a living, this mom chanced upon ParentTown.
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