It’s been a–whiile since my last post! Days are going by so fast, I couldn’t keep up with my writing!!!
A lot has happened:
On the 2nd of December, I went to watch a play in my alma mater during the festival days. The play was written by my grade school art teacher who is a friend of my mom’s and our neighbor, too. She is a nationally renowned Palanca awardee. And now, most importantly, she is a breast cancer survivor of 10 years!
We have plans of sitting down and catching up, but it seems like the holiday rush is in the way.
And indeed, the string of parties, get-togethers and events really tempt us to mindlessness, carelessness, even.
My son and I have since settled down from the novelty of my homecoming🙂 . Things are back to normal, which is motherhood to a growing prepubescent boy, and for those who have graduated from that phase in motherhood, well, you know what I’m talking about!😀
One of my high school bff’s, MC, came back to our hometown after the Bangkok flood. She brought back her brood of three, to allow the situation in their new address to normalize. So, last weekend, though missing our bff, R, who lives in the capital city, our fab group had dinner in another bff, T’s, house. Mansion actually :) We had fun catching up while admiring her beautiful home. T’s kids were wonderful hosts (only 7 and 5 year old boys): they entertained the older kids, MC’s and mine, and MC’s younger ones too. One of the highlights that night was the floating lanterns which they let loose in T’s sloping lawn.
After the funfilled weekend, parenting challenges awaited me. But then again, my son is hitting puberty. GOOD LUCK, ME! Thank God, I have God and Jesus. And thank God for my brother who stands in as the male figure in my son’s life. Whew!!! The li’l one who isn’t so little anymore listens and appreciates the advice and admonishments given by my brother, albeit sternly. I can’t pretend I don’t nag as much as I trrryyyyy not to. But at the end of the day, in the middle of each day, and when I wake, I pray and offer my son to the Lord and I pray for myself too and ask Him to guide me to be the mother He wants me to be.
So, after a tiff, my son and I bounce back into cheerful mode again. After all, we can’t dwell on the negative for too long. It won’t add to our years.
Speaking of adding to our years, I reported on The Cancer Conqueror by Greg Anderson to my co-teachers during our monthly meeting. To digress: as part of our work requirements, each of us teachers is required to read a book (on education, psychology, spirituality, wellness and the like) and report on it during our monthly meeting. So, I reported on The Cancer Conqueror, which was a present from Tita Me’Anne.
And during each challenge, because c’mon and tell me we don’t have our own personal challenges despite being hit by cancer, I try to apply the lessons I’ve learned from Greg Anderson’s eye-opening book: MY TASK IS TO ACCEPT OTHERS, NOT APPROVE OF OTHERS.
Sigh… That’s a biggie. And of course, Tita Me’Anne’s motto, as read in the October issue of Woman Today, and she quoted The Cancer Conqueror: A LIFE’S VALUE IS NOT MEASURED BY ITS DURATION BUT BY ITS DONATIONS OF LOVE. (An aside: I remember when I interviewed Tita Me’Anne in Handuraw she told me that her work wouldn’t be in vain if she could just inspire one person with her story. Thank you for the gift of your time to me, Tita. All of you!). Donations of love are not so hard to give to people who evoke your sympathy. To me, the biggest challenge in giving my own donations of love are those who tickle my funny bone… If you know what I mean😀
Rest has been scarce these days. But I remember what Dr. Wayne Dyer once wrote or said, that he doesn’t mind being up and about doing the things he loves to do because his body will be in horizontal position, as in sleeping, once his job out here is done. I think I took that out of context and if I beat myself up for missing out two events, I would be totally missing the mark, because I did miss two events. One of which was tonight’s launching of a real estate development that bff is part of. But I have to pace myself. Last night, the same bff celebrated her recent achievement in her field and I did join in the festivities. :) So now, it’s just right that I am home.
Three more work days before the official Christmas vacation. I look forward to relaxing, and I really mean relaxing. I look forward to visiting my friend, Father B, together with my fellow breast cancer survivor, my classmate in the radiation center in Cebu – and of course, with our kids. I look forward to a healthy noche buena of sweet potato, organic chicken (roasted), popcorn, Monopoly with the family, and yes, meeting up with my grade school teacher and catching up and having a conversation on a different terrain.
And I look forward to tomorrow night too. I’m going to see my favorite teachers in college whom I let on in this secret.
I hope it won’t be too long till my next post. Love to all! Happy holidays and let’s remember to put the CHRIST in the Christmas!❤