Saturday, March 30, 2019

Done Saving

Been inactive in my blog for quite a while.
Then just read yesterday an email dated March 20, 2019 informing me to save my google contents  until March 31 because google will delete them on April 2, 2019.

A friend informed me that a blog inactive for two years will be deleted. My last post was July 12, 2017. Been so busy and how time flies so fast. I wasn't aware that I've been inactive for that long. 

I hope Google will still consider me, I still love to continue with this blog.

May this wish be granted.





Wednesday, July 12, 2017

This World is Everyone's

Workers of my in-laws found 6 pcs. of eggs about less half size of chicken eggs at the backyard where they will construct a garage this morning. Guessed those are snake eggs and to be sure they raptured one and out came a little python about 14 to 16 inches long and expanded to about 3/4 inch diameter when exposed to air.

We deliberated on what to do with the remaining eggs.

 - I told the worker to crush the remaining eggs but he was afraid to do so, for fear of the   
   mother python to go after him…

-   my husband refused to my insistence, said that we should not harm the eggs and             

    alter their condition, for nature’s balance sake

-  my husband took the eggs and brought them to a place where nature will take charge of      them…

The nervous me is fighting with my hubbydoo...

I remember our son's message to him at the church on our celebration of last Fathers' Day. Our son said our family don't fight with each other, though we often argue on many matters it's only arguing, and we are a happy family loving one another. He did not elaborate much, he’s a man of few words like his father. Our brethren may not have fully understood his message but we family knew what he meant.   

Our children when they became grown-ups also set rules in the family that we parents should also observe and respect. 

And what are those?
1)    Don't mess science and philosophy with religion.  
We parents should not be angry if we can’t bring them often to church just like when they were kids. My children have strong faith in God, in the Universal God not bounded by religion. Two of them may have renounced religion, but not their faith in the One True God. 

2)    Respect each other's stand on politics. We may have different views on politics. 
Politics divide people, but we should not allow it to do it to our family. 

3)    Gender Preferences  - just as there should be no 3Ls (Last, Least and Lost) in the  
academe where I work, and with their father’s ecological regard even to a tiny ant, we should apply the same regard and respect to all people of all walks of life.

We may have to argue on many issues, but as set by our family we practice regard to all people, animals, plants and all. After all, we are not the only creature of God, we do not own the world, we are only a little part of this world.

Going back to the python eggs, my husband took charge of them. Where he brought them may they find their own peace and sanctuary, and may they not find any need to look for abode in our domestic territory.  When they do, that's another story. People are also bound to protect their abode and family, against all odds... 











Saturday, July 8, 2017

Journey to the Self - Accumulated and Hoarded Baggages for Decades

Part 2
#July 072017

Posted the first part of my personal journal “Travelling and throwing baggage on the road” on Facebook last July 2nd  with concluding statement to be continued…

On the eve of the day that I posted it some close friends who cannot wait for the continuation of my journal chatted me in eagerness to know how am I faring.  On the following days others told me they are waiting for the said continuation.

Though I have shared it with loved ones and close friends and been busy during the week as always, I am compelled to continue with what I have started to post. As promised here is the continuation now, the same hot dish I have served to those whom I have shared this..

 Part 2: Accumulated and Hoarded Baggages for Decades

The most difficult part in writing a personal journal or autobiography is the responsibility of caution, caution not to slander the people involved in the circumstance, of not bringing those who hurt you in an arena where they are not present to defend themselves.

Much as I wanted to share my story with inspiration that others may learn something from it, I will take the shoes of the newscasters and reporters in bringing information. I will have to be objective and share the experiences as it happened, as factual as it is.

To my father, second wife and siblings, should I deviate from my position above and unintentionally take the shoes of commentators and be subjective, my advanced apology. Much as I wanted not to offend anyone in my journal, my apology should anyone be offended. This IS my story, and what I am writing is MY life…
  
I am the firstborn child and grew up with my younger brother in our grandparents’ house. My mother is their 4th child amongst seven siblings. As early as five years old I have come to know that unlike my cousins who have their fathers with them, my brother and I have a father but we seldom see.

In our growing years it was our grandparents who provided for us, and sometimes with support from our uncles.

I remember I renounced toys in my childhood. Since there was no father to buy toys for us, we just borrowed and played toys of our cousins, but borrowing and playing toys with cousins becomes source of sibling fights. At a very young age I did not want to become like a beggar to my cousins’ toys. I grew up an unusual child, not fond of playing, and very fond of reading. In reading I had my own world, no cousins to fight with me, I renounced their toys and they don’t get my books or anything I’m reading.  In that way there would be no fighting between us. 

I grew up with the attitude of “I don’t mind if it’s not mine, and no one should touch with what is mine”. I hated being given materials things by my uncles and be taken back by my cousins’ mother, for reason that it should be for my cousins first. At an early age I learned to clarify first my ownership when things are handed down to me.

I value so much anything that was established as mine. As a growing child I realized that the sources of blessings and anything that I will have are given by my grandparents and relatives, gifts given as really mine, prize for games, bought by money given to me and payment to my little labors.

When I got married and built my own family I value so much all of my childrens’ belongings. How I value anything that we acquire went to the extent of not throwing anything even those already destroyed and of no use anymore. More than half of our house contents are my hoardings for the past decades, and becoming a source of anguish to my children. One of my daughters would question why on the world can’t I throw even a destroyed doormat.

As we travelled back home when we visited our old and sick father last July 1st, I said my brother and I had deeper sharings and testimonies, and we unloaded our hearts with burdens carried for many years. I myself threw my biggest baggage on the road, the pain of growing up without a father. I felt relief and not just counted but accounted my blessings, that I am what I am now, and I am made this kind of a mother, because I grew up without a father and I see to it that my children will not experience what I have been through.

As I arrived home and as days passed by, looking at the house where we live filled with hoarded baggages I came to understand why this is so. I hoarded everything that we acquired for many years because I was so attached to them, as if they are measures of my self worth. Things that are mine sort of gave me sense of importance, that our father failed to give us.

Now I see these hoarded baggages don’t serve their purpose anymore. As I threw my soul’s biggest baggage on the road, I’m on for a big clearing up of the house, detaching material baggages to the self that I’m finding free and going happier.      

To me: Happy clearing. To my children: Yes, joy to the world!

Thank you for reading. Thank you for your time...

Next epidode:
Part 3:  Breaking the Generation Curse 

Journey to the Self - Travelling and throwing baggage on the road

Part 1: Travelling and throwing baggage on the road

Up at 8:00 am today with renewed spirit to attend Sunday worship.

Been on the road almost the whole day yesterday. Left home at 4:00 am and arrived home at past 11 pm. Went to Quirino province with my husband, younger brother and husband's nephew.

We went to visit our sick father who is now 81 years old. The father my brother and I did not have in our growing years. He had a second family with four siblings there.
It was quite a long trip with real convo with my brother, no fights, no arguments. On the way going to our destination we talked about our experiences, we reminisced our childhood and to what we are now. Surprisingly, I no longer feel the pain I used to have before.

Before going to our father we had a quick stop-over to my son-in-law's aunt at Maddela to pick up a rocking chair for my mother- in-Iaw. The conversation continued there and was shared to my son-in-law's aunt. I even expressed that it would be better and I would be happier if our father would not recognize me.

My wish was granted. My brother first approached my father and he recognized him. He told my brother that he was expecting and waiting for me too. My brother asked him to identify me. He looked at me and told my brother "asawa mo ba siya?" Many times and many clues yet he really didn't recognize me until his wife told him that it's me. He then looked at me and begin to realize and recognize.

The usual visit to a sick person. Bigay ng pasalubong, kumustahan, listening to their hinaings, payuhan on what to do on this, on that...

Parting time was difficult and hardest for my father, that's the time he started to cry...

On our way back home the convo continued, became deeper with lots of testimonies shared. As we travel we threw our heart's burdens and biggest baggage on the road...

to be continued... 

(got to prepare for Sunday worship)





Saturday, April 15, 2017

#Pagninilay #HolyWeek2017

Yesterday during our service on Good Friday the 2nd speaker of the 7 Last Words of Jesus on the Cross asked each one of the members of the congregation: "If you have 24 hours left in your life now, and you are about to die after 24 hours, how will you spend it?"
Faced with a sudden question that called for immediate answer the replies of the members were stunning and ridiculous:
One said she would eat well.
One said she would go to the parlor.
One said she would choose the clothes she'll gonna wear when she dies.
Hubby said he would spend it just thinking and thinking.
One said she would repent all day.
One said she would spend it doing selfies...
I said I would call all my children for "todo habilinan"
And so on and so on...
When the speaker was about to expound his message on Luke 23:43 - And Jesus said to him "Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with ME in Paradise" our deaconess asked him "And how about you, how will you spend your last 24 hours too?"
Caught unprepared too, the speaker's immediate reply was "I would clean our house" that made the congregation laughed.
Of course we know that those answers above are abrupt and most of them will be different when we are really confronted with our last 24 hours.
The Gist of the message:
Let us spend each day as if it is our last.
May we all have a meaningful LENT Celebration.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Taking on a New Journey...


For the daughter who opened my eyes to let me see the things I cannot see or refuse to see, for making me accept those I cannot accept or refuse to accept, I thank God for her truthfulness and courage, and I pray for her. While mothers may know best, we may not really know everything. I thank the Lord for giving me this daughter who have the courage to open new doors, showed me new things and a new journey to take, and making me shed so much tears. May all the tears soften me, make me fully understand and accept those unknown to me, forgive as well as repent, renew the old rugged me, let go what should be gone, make me lift and truly love unconditionally...   

To love unconditionally, to accept and understand the unknown, this I need in taking on a new journey, ...




Saturday, December 26, 2015

Past stories unfold

Christmas season, Family time.
Had Fun reminiscing children's good old days.
So much Laughters.
Then goes kwentuhang Mcdo:
and the only son recalled: (now 22 yrs old)
~Traumatic experience he can't forget up to now, when he was a kid
~surprised mama
~son: Grabe. Di ko makalimutan yun hanggang ngayon, nung iniwan ako
          sa Mcdo, sabi maghintay lang ako dun, susunduin ako ni papa,
          buong hapon naghintay ako, pero di dumating si papa.
~shocked mama, we did not do that and we will never do that
(the incident was when he was between 4 to 6 yrs old, during that
time when we lived/rented in Cabanatuan City)
mama's story of the incident:
~ a relative of my husband asked to bring our son (as kid chaperon) on
   her date with her boyfriend
~ I was told about a month later after that date (by that relative's mother)
   that my son was lost in the mall during that date, that her daughter and
   boyfriend had real time looking for him, that made them come home late
   than expected
~ I was even told by the mother not to tell her daughter that she told me
   about my son's lost, because her daughter wants to keep it a secret
   from me,
~ that relative got angry to her mother upon learning that her mother revealed to me
   about it, for fear that I will no longer allow my son to go with them
~which I did, I no longer entrusted my son to her, for fear that my son will
  get lost again .
It's only now that we learned about the whole story.
My son can't believe for the back story of that incident. So he was left intentionally at McDo by the relative and boyfriend, and went back to him at the end of the day . We all can't believe that happened to my son.
Lapses:
~When I was told about the so called lost of my son during that time i did not
  asked my son about it anymore, perhaps to let him get rid of the thought of
  it. Just told him to be careful and aware all the time when he's out of the
  house.
~My son never mentioned it and it's only now that he eventually shared it with
us, a very traumatic experience he can't forget he said.
More of my son's paglalahad:
~nakaupo lang ako sa Mcdo, natatakot gumalaw, naghihintay lang kay papa
~binibigyan ako ng ice cream ng taga McDo
~tapos sinundo na ako, hindi naman si papa
Me: beast mode and in war mode upon learning about it
~what if somebody took my son away?
~what if his asthma attacked during his long wait?
~what if he need to go to the restroom and needed assistance?
~what if he cried in fear? he was only 4 to 6 yrs old during that time.
So many if's!!!
To this relative of my husband, we don't have any contact anymore and we don't know where you are now, but if you will read this then you know who am I referring to...you know who you are. I just want to tell you I'm thankful you taught us a great lesson. My daughters have their own kids too, and my eldest learned a lesson, hindi dapat ipagkatiwala ang anak sa malayong kamag anak. You taught us a big lesson, we will see to it that what happened to our son when he was young will not happen to our grandchildren. With that, I thank you very much for the lesson
It's Christmas time and New Year is coming. I don't want this discovery to ruin our days. we have so many reasons to be thankful about and be happy...
Why do I need to post this?
I am compelled to post this to give warning to parents out there with little kids. Be careful if someone will ask you to have your child as kid chaperon on a date.
And make it a habit to ask your child to relate to you about their experiences when they're with others.
To help move on from bad experience:
Don't keep grudges about it. Find the reason/lesson it brings, and be thankful about it. Count the gain, not the pain.