Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Some Dads Also Know Best

The past three months, Doy has been working late hours getting his on-the-job culinary arts training at a 5-star hotel. It was difficult for him to adjust at first, having been a husband and father who rarely came home beyond 5pm for the past 12 years. He doesn't like it when he arrives home late and the kids are already asleep. For him, a father's constant presence is required for a child to grow up the happy, healthy way.


So, early in the morning he wakes them up. Miguel and Mia sleepily march out of the room and head for the couch, where the three of them snuggle even for just a few minutes before getting ready for school. Every single moment he spends with the little ones, he cherishes.


You may give your children all the latest expensive electronic gadgets to keep them entertained while you're out killing time on other preoccupations, but these will never make up for your absence.


I admire fathers who take their fathering job seriously. When Doy's best friend, William, was here on vacation from the US, I noticed that he loved reading bedtime stories to his son, Will, and daughter, Adiel. When Will misbehaved, his daddy would bring him inside the room and reprimand him quietly. And the little boy would come out of the room feeling sincerely sorry and eager to play again.


Last week during our kids' school sportsfest (when he probably thought I wasn't looking), my friend and former classmate, James, lugged a set of picnic table & chairs around for three days, with a lunch bag full of snacks and drinks for his two boys, Neil and Ethan. During breaks, his kids would run to him and he would wipe the sweat off their heads and backs, feed them, sanitize their hands with alcohol, and sprinkle them with talcum powder when the games were over.


This kind of fathering you don't learn overnight. It takes years of practice. I am certain that dads who never helped their wives with changing diapers, giving baths, and babysitting would have no idea how to take care of their children when the moms are not around. But for the fathers who do care, their child-rearing experiences have prepared them for battle -- nothing could make them anxious.  An afternoon alone with the little ones sans Mommy? Piece of cake. A day at the mall with a 3-year-old? Bring it on.


Thankfully, I personally know quite a number of men who do nurture their children. These men know the essence of being a father. Just like this dad who once told this story:
It so happened that I was sitting and observing a group of boys, including my son, who sat in a circle nearby. Their conversation went like this:
Child A: "My daddy is a doctor and he makes a lot of money and we have a swimming pool."
Child B: "My daddy is a lawyer and he flies to Washington and talks to the president."
Child C: "My daddy owns a company and we have our own airplane."
Then my son (with aplomb, of course) looking proudly in my direction: "My daddy is here!"

--David Elkind


Men like these may go unnoticed. Some of them will go through life seemingly unappreciated. But God is pleased (and their wives are blessed!). When their children grow up and become good leaders, great parents, and responsible human beings -- then these fathers will know that all the little things they did were not done in vain. It is their legacy to the world.


Proverbs 20:7 Children are fortunate if they have a father who is honest and does what is right.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

34 and Loathing...er Loving It

Am I the only one who gets depressed on birthdays?

Not that I'm being ungrateful for another blessed, healthy, happy year.   On the contrary, there is much to be thankful for.  I have two beautiful, smart, obedient kids.  I mean, they're the best offspring you could ever ask for.  I have a faithful, loving, hard-working husband -- although he could use a little help in the looks department (yeah, right).  I have a loyal extended family -- the blood-related ones and the spirit-connected ones.   Then there are my ever reliable friends on FB, and even non-FB. (Awww shusssh...life begins at Facebook, you know.)  So I am eternally grateful.

I wasn't always like this.   There was a time when I celebrated a birthday starting on the day before the actual date and even going 48 hours past it.  It was an hourly countdown to midnight and ding! ding! ding!   Happy birthday!!!  I was probably 13 then and in such a hurry to grow up. Every year was like yay, I'm 14...15...16 (what a great age!)...17...18 (I'm allowed to have a boyfriend!).  Why I was in a frenzy to age every year -- your guess is as good as mine.

But then I turned 30...31 (gotta buy a new pair of pants 'cause these just don't fit)...32...33 (are those wrinkles on my face?!)  Ughhh!   Just this morning, I was driving my car while combing my hair and looking at the mirror (yes, you can actually do all three simultaneously) and I saw two strands of silver! Two silver strands in one day!  I had to scream at my 11-year-old son who was in the back seat, "Pull them out, Miguel!  Pull them out!"  My 69-year-old mom in the passenger seat (who doesn't have her 20-20 vision anymore) decided to help him and yanked three strands altogether.

Ouch.

34 is a bizarre age to be, I tell you.   Whoever said that life begins at 40 -- he or she forgot to say that you need a decade of emotional preparation for it.

Perhaps this is what they call a mid-life crisis (at the back of my head, I hope not...or I'll die at 68, God forbid).  'Cause I look at old pictures and weep for lost youth.   Weep for lost innocence.  Lost ignorance.  Lost bliss.  Weep for gained responsibilities.  Gained predicaments.  Gained inches on my waist.  Gained skin.

"That's okay, Babe," my husband says.  "'Cause every time you get a year older, I grow a year older with you."  (Bet Edward couldn't say that to Bella!)  Okay, fine.  Got future problems to face.   Got wrinkles and silver strands.  But will cope.

Cheers to being 34 then. Will have another 364 days before I rant again...to being 35.


Psalms 139:16 Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Kids Say the Darndest Things 15


(Mia is viewing Taylor Swift's Love Story song video on Youtube and has been repeatedly singing it about five times already.)
MOMMY: "Mia, what are you doing?"
MIA: "I'm practicing."
MOMMY: "Practicing for what?"
MIA: "Me and Shekina are going to sing it together in school. It's fun when we sing it."
MOMMY: "But how did you find that video?"
MIA: "I searched it on Google."



(Mia is watching Toy Story 2)
MIA: "Mommy, she gave Jessie away because she grew up. That's so sad."
MOMMY: "Ya. How about your dolls? Are you gonna give them away when you grow up?"
MIA: "I don't know." (thinks) "I have an idea. I think I'll..."
MOMMY: "Give them away to other children?"
MIA: "No. I think I'll give them to my own kids."



(Spending time at SM on Miguel's 11th birthday)
MIA: "Mommy, I want to go to Little Ones (a place for toddlers and small kids). But Kuya doesn't want to go with me."
MOMMY: "Honey, maybe because he's not little anymore?"
MIA: "Hmmm..."



(August is the month for celebrating the Filipino language. Mia comes home from school excited)
MIA: "Mommy, you know? We're gonna have Buwan ng Linggo!"



(Miguel is trying on pants at SM)
MOMMY: "Kuya, your tummy's getting big. You should exercise."
MIGUEL: "I'll exercise if you buy me an exercise machine."
MOMMY: "We do have an exercise machine."
MIGUEL: "Yeah. But we use it as a hanger."
(Okay...he has a point.)



(Mia close to tears on a Saturday afternoon)
MIA: "Mommy, I want to watch a Barbie movie with Kuya, but he won't watch with me."
MOMMY: "Why do you think doesn't Kuya want to watch Barbie with you?"
MIA: "Because he's a boy?"
MOMMY: "Yep."



(Mia begged to sleep in our bed while hubby and I were still talking)
MIA: "I have a joke."
DADDY: "Hey, I thought you were sleeping."
MIA: "I'm sleeping while I'm talking."