how can i tell you if in our limited time of chatting, the majority of the time is reserved to your rants. why don't we start timing our speeches and quantify and determine who talks more and listens more? and you still feel i don't listen.
If only I had the patience and perseverance, I would have been a teacher. But, I don't love teaching. What I love is "sharing'.
I love to watch and learn from history. When I was a student, I hated history. Reading wasn't my favorite thing. I learn from movements + sounds... not from letters. Now that I had access to history and discovery channels, it's like missing out on a huge bunch of ice cream and pastries.
I love to listen to elder people's chatting. Their simple stories were so profound and worth archiving, ready for retrieving when needed. I love to listen to other people's experiences. Everything, from love life, child-rearing, recipes, planting, arts, music, and failures-and-successes. The very recent ones were from history channel's "The Innovators: Men Who Built America". Learning the stories of Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, Carnegie, JP Morgan, and Ford were like unearthing billion-dollars-worth of treasure. These men were just amazing: they all started (except Morgan) from nothing, they came from families with no responsible father to provide for them, they sacrificed playing for working for their families, gambled what they had for something they strongly believed in while others tell them it's impossible, failed a couple of times and in-debt. Failure was a very common word, but what distinguishes them from others was PERSEVERANCE. They, simply, didn't stop believing and chose to hold on to their idea. It's just a matter of how big you wanna dream, and how hard you wanna work.
Becoming a mom made a teacher out of me. As with other moms, the more competitive you are, the harder the push you give to your kids to take home those medals or trophies from inter-school competitions, annual moving-up ceremonies down to the title "Munting Lakan" or "Munting Lakambini". One day, we were watching an episode from sailor moon: the villain said, "Kasalanan ito ng mga magulang na walang ibang ginawa kundi ang itulak ang kanilang mga anak na maging top" (something like that), then Hans said, "Ikaw yan mommy, eh". As if naman talagang study lang siya all day na hindi nakakahawak ng any toy the whole time, duh. Kids are persons, too, you know... they have different ways to learn so you got to give different teaching methods. Believe me, sometimes, I just want to let go so he'd know how he'd feel without a medal, but at the end of the day, I'd prefer to hold on (???).
Back in school days, the most effective study-strategy for me was taking notes. As I was compelled to read books, I wrote my own notes to help me memorize. And it did work. I simply needed to let out the learning that just went in. Up to this day, I get overwhelmed with all the brand new knowledge and I just need to share them so they could have a better slot in my blunt memory. It's just sad that I've got no one of the same level of interest at the confines of my home to listen to me.
On things that I am most passionate about: weddings, music, child-care, love-life... nothing gives me pleasure than giving service and sharing what I know. Often times I don't have the peso sign to give, so I honor the newly weds with gifts of service by doing wedding planning and coordination. I care for the music ministry in the church so much that I go out of my way (and sometimes, others' ways) to share what I know about music. I get so much elated with babies that I share my experience and resources for baby-nurturing. The list goes on and on including experiences in love; the values I hold on to, the things I believe in...
My joy is from people's sweet smiles for these unsolicited advice and service. But were there times when people didn't appreciate because all they needed was a penny-worth of my thoughts? As perky as I can be, according to my brother-in-law, I also believe that I possess a high quality of built-in censor in me that'll help me feel when there's something going on in another person. That oops, I crossed my boundaries and it's time for me to back-off.
You see, there's a very fine line between crossing boundaries and caring. Love fuels unsolicited advice. But sometimes, I sense people not needing them then they get offended instead. As much as I enjoy sharing my knowledge and service to express my love and care, if people get hurt, then my penny-worth would be useless and turn into two-cents-worth which people hate. But I get them, ako rin naman, ayoko rin ng may nakekealam sakin. Really, it's a reality check, sometimes, it's better not to care so they won't mistake it from crossing boundaries.
#1 on my list of 'difficult songs' to sing is "I Have A Goodly Heritage". I tune in to Baptist Radio Network via Live 365 and this song has always been in their playlist. I felt the love from the very first time I heard it. I looked for a sheet music or chords, but there was none. Instead, I stumbled on this blog and the actual song-writer commented. Leah Sandlinwrote the song in honor of her godly parents.
This song has touched so many families and sang in various congregations. Been so blessed by the song.
You were up before the roosters do to prepare breakfast for us. I never find this special until I saw my classmates buy snacks instead.
You preferred washing our clothes with your bare hands to give maximum care to our delicates although papa bought you the best washing machine then. I never realized that this was noble until I was breathless and exhausted washing boyet's big shirt... I'll never try it again :-P
You watched cooking shows when we're young and always tried different dishes for us. I never thought this was fun until I ate the same thing every week.
You don't send us to school without a cute ponytail. I never thought this was good grooming until I do masterpieces on Bea each day.
You made sure we were clean and washed us before bedtime. I never knew this was hygienic until that old rat bit me on my toe.
You gave unending reminders on the things that were so elementary. I've always thought this was annoying until I forgot my umbrella somewhere.
You told me that Boyet was the only person who can stand my tantrums and mood swings. Thank God I listened to you.
You taught me how to cook Sinigang and Pork Steak, I reluctantly obeyed; pots are always empty when I serve them to my family.
You held on to our wrists so tight when crossing the street, the blood could hardly pass through the veins. I thought this was exaggerated when I almost lost Bea.
You cried every time papa uses his belt to discipline us. I yell when Boyet does this to Bea and Hans (bad, I know!)
You preferred to look after us than be anywhere else without us. I never thought this was loving until I left work for my Bea and Hans.
Your world stopped to attend Recognition Days and made sure you hang those medals on our necks. I never thought this was sweet until I see recipients with noone to accept the award with them.
It was you who taught me how to write good letters. It was you who patiently taught Sarah and I how to sing for the Lord. It was you who taught me the 66 books of the bible.
You know when we're in pain even if we kept our silence. You know when we're hungry and tired.
I appreciate you now that I am in your shoes. I left work for my Bea & Hans. I hope and pray that I can be more like you each day.
I love you Ma. Loida Isip dela Pena, my Mama. Happy Mothers' Day!