In a "midlife state of mind", I believe that it is healthy to pause for a moment and try to recollect all the things that you've experienced. Blissful or not, it’s all a part of you NOW! I have pondered and thought about a lot of things and decided to write something about my parents.
My Mom
She lived a pretty colorful and fascinating life. With all the triumphs and trials that one could experience, I am pretty sure that she is tried and tested.
* Nothing's going to shake her except the family.
* Nothing's going to threaten her except herself.
* No one's capable of taking away her faith but her.
Life has never been easy with her. How much I wished it were the other way around, that’s something I have to accept and be grateful for she survived it gracefully and with a head held high. She grew up from a broken family, eldest child and sister of 7 and now, a singled out and happy mom. I guess she has nothing to regret for. Things happen where we have no control over! They just happen. I sometimes find humor with the pattern of sequences that happened in our lives. Though it was tough -- there's still peace in the middle of a hurricane.
I learned to ACCEPT the things that I can't change.
I learned to embrace the unknown. I learned to see how my mom strode and stood up on her own for us. With her, it’s always “for us”. I saw her sacrifices. I heard her worries. I saw her life. I remember looking at her worried and confused whenever she burst in tears. I eventually feel something went the other way without even asking. Instinct I guess. With us her children as her drive and fueled inspiration, I realize how beautiful life is and how blessed we are! No amount of success could ever replace her in our lives. With the grandeur of life, it's such a waste to fault find and be unmotivated. She lives. She laughs. She cries. She feels. She tells…
Life moves on for us. I’ve learned that we have to always compose ourselves and be Optimistic above it all.
* Nothing's going to shake her except the family.
* Nothing's going to threaten her except herself.
* No one's capable of taking away her faith but her.
Life has never been easy with her. How much I wished it were the other way around, that’s something I have to accept and be grateful for she survived it gracefully and with a head held high. She grew up from a broken family, eldest child and sister of 7 and now, a singled out and happy mom. I guess she has nothing to regret for. Things happen where we have no control over! They just happen. I sometimes find humor with the pattern of sequences that happened in our lives. Though it was tough -- there's still peace in the middle of a hurricane.
I learned to ACCEPT the things that I can't change.
I learned to embrace the unknown. I learned to see how my mom strode and stood up on her own for us. With her, it’s always “for us”. I saw her sacrifices. I heard her worries. I saw her life. I remember looking at her worried and confused whenever she burst in tears. I eventually feel something went the other way without even asking. Instinct I guess. With us her children as her drive and fueled inspiration, I realize how beautiful life is and how blessed we are! No amount of success could ever replace her in our lives. With the grandeur of life, it's such a waste to fault find and be unmotivated. She lives. She laughs. She cries. She feels. She tells…
Life moves on for us. I’ve learned that we have to always compose ourselves and be Optimistic above it all.
My Dad
He was the usual rich kid, unico hijo of late politicians during the 60s. Sheltered. Spoiled. Manilenyo.That was my dad. A big guy with a big heart who taught me to get out of my comfort zone and survive! He taught me to dream ever since as a kid. He taught me the discipline of practice yields perfection. He also taught me to always be confident. And just like his dad, my lolo would say, "DREAM BIG!"
My dad always maintained his stature as a man of few words. Though a lot of things changed when my grandparents left him. I saw how he really grieved with their loss. I saw his watery eyes filled with the ground breaking pain choking him all up... I guess, to see your dad "hagulhol" like a lost child is simply the hardest and spine chilling experience of all. So, I stopped! Breathe deep and hugged him on that hot afternoon in Antipolo. I will always respect him. My dad always dream and dreamed BIG for the family. He always reminded us of our roots, our heritage and our pride as a family.
I believe that my dad loved us regardless of what happened with the family. I still believe that he will have his own perfect time...I'll just wait for that moment, sit back and enjoy the ride when it happens.
As I sip my cup of tea now and enjoy its aroma -- I finally brought this recollection in conclusion and realized that worrying won't do any good to you. It's official! Both my parents are now living their own separate lives and seem happy to where they are now. I perfectly RESPECT both of them.
What I learned from this immensely random world, that we should live our lives the way we want it to be! Enjoy our lives! Treasure what we have and don't have! Say a colossal amount of "I love you" to our family everyday! Kiss them! Hug them! Feel them! Smile! Have faith with them! Pray Until Something Happens (PUSH)! I believe that nothing should be left unsaid and nothing should be left unheard when it comes with family.
FAMILY FIRST!
Mahal ka namin ma & pa! Masyadong malaki ang Diyos natin compared sa atin mga problema! Keep the faith for we your children will always be proud of you guys! Now is the time to get tired carrying our guns and decide to put it all down and finally see that we still have each other amidst all the "fuck ups" of this life!
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