The message of the story of The Young Thief and His Mother is somehow similar to that of The Trees and The Axe. Let us read the story, please.
The Man and the Wood
The Trumpeter Taken Prisoner
The trumpeter in the story may be considered innocent. After all, he hasn’t killed anyone. His responsibility is to only blow his horn during the presence of enemies. However, his post is very crucial to the success of his team.
The other group was right. By sounding out the orders, the trumpeter guide and encourage his soldiers in battle. That being the case, he was instrumental to the death of hundreds of soldiers of the other camp.
The Story of the Bee-Keeper
Before we go to bed, I always read to my two boys a bedtime story. It’s a habit I started with my now 17-year old Firstborn. With my two toddlers now, we often read Aesop’s Fables because of its many lessons and at the same time, beautiful drawings.
Aesop’s Fable The Man and the Serpent
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.
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.
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.
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.