Saturday, June 14, 2008

Happy Father's Day dddy!

Let it be

My heart will love thee only
And if you desire my dear
That my heart stop to beat
Until I see thee
Then for you my dddy
Let it be

These eyes of mine
Only you will see
If thou demand that it be close
Until ‘tis you I see
Then for you my dddy
Let it be

This mouth will speak words of love
Only to thee
If thou shall say that I don’t speak
Until ‘tis you in front of me
Then for you my dddy
Let it be

Friday, June 13, 2008

I AM A PROUD MAMA






I'm lost for words. I'm just so proud of you my son!

A trip to the Prayer Mountain


It's been a year already since my alter-ego Babsie and I went to the Prayer Mountain in Antipolo. It was ineed one of the most unforgettable trips that I will definitely cherish, not just because I had some bonding moments with my alter -ego(who is now in Singapore) but because of the serenity and beauty of the place.

It was Friday eveneing and Babsie (out of nowhere) asked me to go with her to the prayer mountain. She have never been there but knowing Babsie, i never had second thoughts... I immediately said yes.We left at ParaƱaque at almost 6 pm already. We took the cab and then the jeepney, then finally the MRT. From Cubao, we still took two rides before we reached the prayer mountain. It was almost 10 pm then. We were so scared because we were not familiar with the place and the road we were traversing was so dark. But you see, God is really so good. There was also one passenger in the jeepney whose house is near the place we were going so he just accompanied us. If not for him I don't know how many more persons we could have asked about the direction(lol).

Prayer Mountain is really a beautiful place and the trip was worth it. : )


Wednesday, May 21, 2008

life

Life is full of absurdity and complexity. It seems we understand life and all its intricacies. Suddenly you wake up and find out you are simply an insignificant part of it, immersed and assumed in an incomprehensible dynamicity making it hard to see life in its entirety. We say this is our life and pretend we are ruling it. But later on we know and realize it is life itself that makes us exist. So we dream, we fall, we fail and try to move on, hoping we can conquer the depth of life, fathom the expanse. Again life itself will take its toll. It rules, it is not me, not even you can change it. What then comes next but simply the acceptance of whatever is. Let it be...

Monday, May 19, 2008

A thought on marriage


Just awhile ago, i was having a chat with my cousin-in-law(Bubbles of Thoughts). We're having one of those sleepy afternoon so we decided to have a cup of coffee. We were having a free flowing conversation when suddenly our topic went to that most awaited yet most feared thing, MARRIAGE. I shared to her my insights and real life experiences about getting into marriage and the struggles on how to make it work. I'm not saying that for the five years that I have been married, I can be considered an expert already in this one of the most challenging, yet most fulfilling commitment to keep...but you see, my husband and I have had a lot of topsy turvy moments in our marriage. Inevitable circumstances really happen and there are only two options to choose from: run away from it or face it.In the course of our marriage, we have always chosen the latter.I think that is the secret why until now we are still stuck in each other's arms.




Thursday, May 15, 2008

The quest for true love

I am hopelessly romantic..I believe I am. I've had my own share of laughter and tears when it comes to love..my share of broken heart and dreams.It was never easy. I've been thru a lot of not so good memoirs before finally meeting my one true love. I prayed for him, I waited for him and mind you, the waiting and the praying wasn't all that easy either. And the moment my prayer was answered, I thought our love story will be a fairytale. I'm also a fairytale fanatic(lols).. But you see, love is such a copmplicated thing. So beautiful and yet so complicated. Well, I guess i have been too idealistic about the whole thing that's why I feel really depress and sooooo bad when things don't turn out the way i hope it would.
Five years have passed and I'm thankful cuz we're still together. After all those ups and downs.A lot of times we felt like giving up already( on our dreams, our love, our marriage, our family) but God has His own way of bringing us together despite of everything that we're going thru. We know we're not yet half way there..but we're still hanging on. The road may seem so confusing, the days maybe gloomy, the future may seem so uncertain...but we have each other..and our LOVE? it will be more than enough to keep us going, to keep us hanging on. Someday, our questions will be answered, and what used to be may no longer be there...but one thing will surely stay.."US".

I am my father's son



Confucius said, “When a man’s father is alive, look at the bent of his will. When his father is dead, look at his conduct. If for three years (of mourning) he does not change from the ways of his father, he may be called filial.”

In a capsule, this analect presents a man through his father. How man should be while his father is alive, after his father dies and at a time he is now on his own. A father forms his child for his child will be another father who will form another child.

When a man’s father is alive, look at the bent of his will. Is there a son who would not obey his father’s will? One may trace obedience on the merit of the power the father has over his children. It seems one cannot go outside the father’s will since he controls the major components of the family’s life – economic, social, political, spiritual. He is the breadwinner, the head of the family, the ruler and the high priest. Thus, the power and control are in his hands. In some cases when the father does not have control of the household’s economics, that is being not the bread winner of the family, or even the spiritual, since he may not profess belief in any god, still being the head of the household would claim the right of being the authority. Obedience of the son is demanded by power.
Given such patriarchal family the son finds it hard to be independent that is to be on his own. It is hard for a child to disobey his father while he is alive. It is easier to say that a son follows his father’s will simply because his father has the power and the child is powerless. It seems hard for a child to disobey his father since the father has all the power to effect what he wanted Obedience is doing what the father wants you to do. Whatever his father wishes, he will do so. If he has done something good, that is following instructions, complying with the rules and regulations and submitting to the authority, it is to please the father and be spared from punishments. His will is subservient to the will of his father.
However, the analect would tell us that obedience should not simply be out of blind obedience but should be rooted upon respect. It is respect for the father and not out of the power. Power here is not outside the father and the son but within the father and the son. It is relational.

When his father is dead, look at his conduct. The goal of obedience is to form one’s character. The father by imposing his will to the son and making him obedient to him may become successful in effecting what he wanted his son to be. The son’s character is a character that is molded by his power that even after he left or when the time of his departure comes, the child will be strong enough to put into effect whatever he formed in him. Thus people would say, ah, anak nga siya ni whoever it may be. The distinctive character of his father he now posses. Who and what he is now is his father’s image.
At the death of the father however the child comes face to face with his own reality – who he is and what has he become while his father was with him. In front of himself he can see clearly his own power. The death of the father gives the child freedom. He is freed from the father’s power and now has a power of his own - the power to determine himself.
To determine oneself however cannot be divorced from the reality of the past. The death of the father is not simply the death of something that happens in that particular time but it has trails of what has been in the past. The goal of forming the son by the father would find its worth in the free submission of the son’s will to the father. Determining what he should be after the father’s death will be part and parcel of his character. What has already been rooted and planted by the father.

If for three years (of mourning) he does not change from the ways of his father, he may be called filial. Would the son still follow his father’s ways now that he is no longer there? Yes, if his life experience with his father proved to be fruitful and meaningful. After all the years of being with the father he has seen the wisdom and understanding the father has seen and imparted to him. No, if the child has simply seen his obedience as a shackle, a fetter of iron that hinders him from doing what he wanted to do and determine his own life, thus rendering what has been formed through the years is not his character but a false image of what he must become and what he wanted to be.
Although in our age we affirm and certainly stress that we should have our own identity, still we cannot divorce our identity from that of the father.
Recent discussions bring me once again in communion with my father.
The way of the father is still the right way to follow. Age and a lot of experience have given him wisdom that made him who he is. Parents will what is best for their children. There is no greater love than the love of parents. A parent would never wish to do that which is not good for the child even if others would not see the goodness in their intent. As what my mother would tell me when I was yet a child, parents would in any event never disown their child, but a child can disown his parent.
Childhood years gave me an experience of such power. I grew up ad baculum. It is through my father’s stick whereby I was formed. The stick was his power and it demands obedience from us. He determines what must and should be in his house. My obedience was obedience to his power. He is a father when I was a child and did not know what obedience was, a father when I was an adolescent and wanted freedom, and still a father when I got married and now a father of my own. I was wrong in looking at obedience at the point of view of his power oppressing and limiting me as to who and what should I be according to his perspective. But it is power that wishes to shape and form me as to what and how should I be as a man – to myself, to the family and to the society.
When I was young my father demanded obedience, hoping that I may be shaped a good man. As I grow up, he was constantly looking at my character. And when the time came I demanded freedom and be freed from corporeal punishment, he in a way partly lose his power over us, yet fatherly love granted us that freedom. He simply hoped that the years of corporeal punishment shaped us into what he wanted us to be. In the course of my life, he is looking at my character. Now that he is old, he is hopping that he has done what is good and that I may not change from his ways
Now, I am free and I can determine by my choice whatever I want with my life. I am grateful my father did not left me on my own struggle with life but shaped and molded me according to his standard and I do believe his standard is and will always be one of the best.
Obedience, character and faithfulness. Three words that sums up my reflection and still powerful enough to evoke in me realizations rooted in trails of experiences. I see the same for my sons.
I am my father’s son.