My Dearest Mother

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.

~George Cooper

I dedicated this story to my Dearest Mother who is such a sweetheart who always believe in living a harmonious and a God-centered family.

Last week, I received a text message that my mother is sick. I was very sad and cried a lot. If it was not late at night, I just wanted to go rush to the bus terminal and be with my Mom. But all I can do that time is praying and waiting for the morning to go. I love my Mother so much. She is a kind of person who can sacrifice herself for her loved ones. She always set aside her needs and wants just for her family. She is such a good mother to us. No words can exactly describe how lovable is my mother and how we love her. She is a mother beyond compare.

She is anemic. She is taking some medicines now for her fast recovery. As a daughter, all I wanted is the best for my Mom.

As Stevie Wonder said, "Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love." And so as my mother.

I promised to myself, while I am still breathing I will love and take care my mother and my whole family so dearly. They are my truly wealth.

Thank you guys!

I apologized for not updating my blogs, I was preoccupied of some other things, it was a tough week actually. But despite of a lot of things that bothered me lately, God always give me a reason to smile, to get through despite hardship. I am very overwhelmed of the numbers of visitors who visited my blogs and the inspiring comments I received here and in my email, though I admit I am not that as good as other blogger that I happened to visit and read. I may not know you all, thank you very much guys for visiting. May the God Almighty Bless Us All!

The faces you will adore

These are my gorgeous fantastic twin nieces. They give so much joy to the family. At the right is Precious Rizah and Princess Norah at the left. I'm very proud to be their Aunt. :) :)

Looking back in the past.

"Jeez, if I'd known this would be the life of a politician, I never would had run," silently, I uttered. I was in the corner of the dance hall, feeling like a wanderer. This was my first night as a politician and I felt like giving up already..

When I was fifteen, I was already into politics and "having disco" to raise funds was just one of my responsibilities. OK, maybe this was just as easy as A, B, C but for me it was a big NO and I had my reasons why. First, because I am religiously acquainted, I always remembered the homily of the priest that the meaning of D.I.S.C.O is Dancing In Satan's Company. So for God's sake, why should I dance? Second, I was an honor student and dancing in public for me could harm my reputation. Lastly, among all my defense mechanisms this maybe the most valid. I don't know how to dance! And because I was the leader I had to take the first move....to dance in the center! Gosh, I rather gave a talk and hosted an activity than dancing. I felt like dying that night but I stood on my principle. No one can make me dance especially in the public.I hate being pressured! My co-politician who was older than me was disappointed. He told me to do my part and grow up. And finally, the night was over with our total earnings P20.00 ONLY. So little, not enough to pay for the sounds system.

He told me to do my part and grow up. Every time I thought of that I burned with resentment and humiliation. Who did he think he was saying that to me? He was so wrong. But maybe he was right but his whole approach was very wrong. He should understand I needed time to learn. Besides, there were so much to do aside from disco. In the first place, who wanted and put me in this position anyway? But later, I realized I was already into this and there was no time for blaming and backing out, I had to make those "hurt remarks" as a motivation. It was time for me to be responsible on the consequences of my decision and no one can make me inferior without my consent.

I learned that every person that comes to our lives, may good or bad has its own contribution in our lives. It is a matter on how we understand and take things.

P.S. Now, I can dance but to dance in public? I don't think so. :-)

...it's not bad at all

"You will come to know that what appears today to be a sacrifice will prove instead to be the greatest investment that you will ever make"

- Golden B. Hinkley

My family lived in this house for 28 years.

I know, this is not a dream house that others will wish for. Even us, this wasn't our dream house. But this house is very special to us . This is where my siblings and I building our dreams and aspirations. This house is full of love and care.Too many pleasant memories to remember. We dreamed that someday we can make this house into a nice one. We never thought of leaving this place.

But last January, my family had to make a big decision. For financial reasons, leaving this house was the main option. The first month of transfer was very difficult, adjusting the new lifestyle, the new environment, the new neighbors and the feeling of homesickness was terrible. Especially, it is a coastal area surrounded with houses. It is absolutely different in the way we live in the country, there, we are only surrounded with trees and the humming of birds. From a a quite place in the country to a place full of noise.

But God has been very good to us. We are showered with His blessings. Now, we are almost finished building our new small house. We've established good relationships with our new neighbors. The family meager business is doing very well.

I came from a poor family but I am very proud to have such a wonderful and fantastic one. As my mother always says, "We maybe poor but we are rich in heart."

Joke...Joke...Joke

From an Irish Proverb, " A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book."

So now, let's take a break and laugh...

Serious jokes:

1. A man left the snow - filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail.

Unfortunately, when typing her address, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly woman whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in the dead faint.

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

Dearest Wife,

Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.

2. A wife said to her husband you never bring me out, I demand that you bring me somewhere expensive!

And the husband brought her to a gasoline station.

3. A family was having some people to dinner. At the table, the mother turned to her 6 year old daughter and said, "Dear, would you like to say the blessing?"

"I wouldn't know what to say," replied the little girl, shyly.

"Just say what you hear Mommy say, sweetie," the woman said.

Her daughter took a deep breath, bowed her head, and solemnly said,

"Dear Lord, why the hell did I invite all these people to dinner!??!"

source: www.preacherinbluejeans

When the love is gone, what is left?

Nothing is certain. Everything is temporary even good relationships change.

Best friends became strangers. Good marriage turned to divorce. United organizations divided. It is so amazing how two strangers become friends but it is so sad how two friends become strangers. It breaks my heart to see people leave their group of friends, teammates, associates, office mates and spouses. The love and the good memories that once they shared, turned to a nightmare. Criticisms, backstabbing and the strong feeling of dislikes took place, that even mentioning one's name sounds to be a bad word. And the very heartbreaking is, when both sides wait that something harm fall upon the other. And when it happens, the other feels delighted.

Sometimes, it's easy to say that we love someone but when we are tested by fate, the feeling suddenly changes. When the love is gone, hatred and pride left behind which are very insidious. Often, we do not realize we have succumbed to it as we try to prove things right. We merely focus on the imperfections of the person. Isn't that love means to love the imperfect person perfectly?

When someone violate our own rules, why is it so difficult to forgive? Is it because we are terribly hurt? Or, we just refuse to recognize that somehow someway we are wrong too?