Yesterday I finally made a decision. I chose to keep only one job because such a decision will allow me to spend more time with my kids. I think I could never trade waking up to see them smiling at me as they leave the house for school with material wealth. Their soft kisses and “I love you moms
” as they would tease each other down the path to our wooden gate with promises to come home at once is a bliss that I treasure most. As I type now, the younger one is playing with penguins on their computer, a privilege he earned when he did good in a school presentation the hubby and I attended amid a chaotic work schedule. Parenthood, its tests and joys is beyond compare.
I had the chance to view our son Roel’s poem recitation during the “Buwan ng Wika” celebration in their school.The hubby and I were freaking out before his turn to speak because we knew him too well, or so we thought and were imagining the worst case scenario, him forgetting what to say and probably walking out hahaha, turned out we did a good job rehearsing his piece at home to our great relief. And like every parent who watches his child onstage we were proud as proud can be of his achievement and made sure our child realized how we felt.
Our teenage son just came home from camping yesterday and had to rush a project in social studies. A scrap book on family, dreams and hopes. We had some sort of an argument about the materials he would be using because as always he was late in telling me he needed them and wanted me to produce those items in the blink of an eye. I told him in an irritated tone I am not a magician. I must admit at times I do lose my temper dealing with the teenage boy but in a flash when I remember reading somewhere that the adolescent stage is a stage where parents and children almost always fail to understand each other; I regain my composure and all the love I have for my child come flooding back making me once more that mother who cares and understands her child no matter what. The hubby was quick to intervene and the house was filled with laughter the moment he opened his mouth making a huge joke about the piggy teenage boy and the piggy mom debate.
This morning I found his finished product on the computer and had a beaming smile as I read on his dream. “In the future I would love to become a doctor like my mom so I could heal the sick especially the poor who do not have the resources to seek medical consult.” You bet, I was teary eyed. I took the time to gaze at the sky, look at the clouds and say to myself, “you certainly made the right choice Zen“…:-)
“May every child’s noble dream come true for it will change the world into a better place.”
from my humble world to yours