Behind every man’s success is a woman… before that same man is also that same woman who shields the man from imminent adversaries.
That man is the child and that woman is the mother who steps in advance to guard against the looming danger and then sits down behind him to become one of the audiences to applaud.
The woman; the mother. The man; the child.
I want to be the husband and father that my wife and children will be proud of.
I want to be the best husband to my wife-to-be and; be the best dad to my children-to-be. It's a tough goal but I gear to be the perfect contrast of my father.
When I was very young I described a family as comprised by lola, tito, tita, pinsan, ate and nanay. But when I began to attend to school and as I memorized to sing and recite nursery rhymes about family I discovered a slight difference from what I used to believe about. I was confused. But I did not mind.
"Who is your father?"-- I finished my grade one as first in the honor list. But that was the hardest question I always dreaded to hear. Obviuosly, I did not know the answer. At home I asked my mom and uncles. I was very proud when at the first time I knew his name. One day, bringing all the pride in the world I answered at the top of my voice, "my father is Ninoy!" My teacher grinned and followed up a question, "where is he?" Again at home I asked my mom a better question, "where is he?"
I was told that he died because of too much alcohol in his system. From then on I hated and feared alcohol in all its forms.
I've realized that my early theories in life were derived from what had happened and what was told at home. From what I observed I based my conclusion. It was crucial because my early theories would eventually breed a part in the shaping of my principles in life.
Funny, I only knew his name a few months before my grade two. At grade three and four I found some pieces of the puzzle. But still the whole picture was vague.
Information, true and misleading, came fast-paced during my pre-high school. They told me that he had long found another family. Honestly I was not affected. That is for very good reasons-- I have my own happy and contented family. Actually regrets and loss should be his-- he doesn't have me, my sister and my mom. A couple of years later he had found another family again. So what was he looking for? What a manifestation of uncertainty, insecurity and a life at loss.
My only advantage among my fellow aimers (to be the best dad and husband) is that I know how it is to be the worst. To be the worst husband and dad is thru this-- find and marry a woman, produce children and then abandon them by finding another to abandon. And to do this slightly reasonable, leave your family with the excuse that one of the children produced is not yours.
There are things that, though simple, matter so much to a child especially to a son. Who among the young boys did not sneak a glance or make an observation how his dad walks, talks, sleeps, shouts, combs hair? At least almost every young boy would want a model to follow as they grow up. I should know because I wanted to.
I have the best mom in the world and I am mighty proud of her. She is not a replacement to a male parent. She is as she is and she has unconditionally given her heart to us.
I knew I was secure in every moment of my childhood life. And even up to now when I am burdened by trials her sweetest ways to comfort me is thru her words and sometimes thru her silence accompanied by the stroke of her fingers thru my hair while in laid back with my head consoled on her lap.
I have a high regard toward women because my provider, defender, consoler and refuge is a woman.
I am not writing about myself and neither about my father. This is about moms who stood as both parents and a best friend. I am speaking especially about my mom who happens to be my best friend too. True it is-- nobody can replace the role of a father. But true it is also that a mother's love is incomparable to all love on earth. This fact is beyond contention.
I am grateful to have been raised by my mom. I am a happy witness and recipient of her love...
That man is the child and that woman is the mother who steps in advance to guard against the looming danger and then sits down behind him to become one of the audiences to applaud.
The woman; the mother. The man; the child.
I want to be the husband and father that my wife and children will be proud of.
I want to be the best husband to my wife-to-be and; be the best dad to my children-to-be. It's a tough goal but I gear to be the perfect contrast of my father.
When I was very young I described a family as comprised by lola, tito, tita, pinsan, ate and nanay. But when I began to attend to school and as I memorized to sing and recite nursery rhymes about family I discovered a slight difference from what I used to believe about. I was confused. But I did not mind.
"Who is your father?"-- I finished my grade one as first in the honor list. But that was the hardest question I always dreaded to hear. Obviuosly, I did not know the answer. At home I asked my mom and uncles. I was very proud when at the first time I knew his name. One day, bringing all the pride in the world I answered at the top of my voice, "my father is Ninoy!" My teacher grinned and followed up a question, "where is he?" Again at home I asked my mom a better question, "where is he?"
I was told that he died because of too much alcohol in his system. From then on I hated and feared alcohol in all its forms.
I've realized that my early theories in life were derived from what had happened and what was told at home. From what I observed I based my conclusion. It was crucial because my early theories would eventually breed a part in the shaping of my principles in life.
Funny, I only knew his name a few months before my grade two. At grade three and four I found some pieces of the puzzle. But still the whole picture was vague.
Information, true and misleading, came fast-paced during my pre-high school. They told me that he had long found another family. Honestly I was not affected. That is for very good reasons-- I have my own happy and contented family. Actually regrets and loss should be his-- he doesn't have me, my sister and my mom. A couple of years later he had found another family again. So what was he looking for? What a manifestation of uncertainty, insecurity and a life at loss.
My only advantage among my fellow aimers (to be the best dad and husband) is that I know how it is to be the worst. To be the worst husband and dad is thru this-- find and marry a woman, produce children and then abandon them by finding another to abandon. And to do this slightly reasonable, leave your family with the excuse that one of the children produced is not yours.
There are things that, though simple, matter so much to a child especially to a son. Who among the young boys did not sneak a glance or make an observation how his dad walks, talks, sleeps, shouts, combs hair? At least almost every young boy would want a model to follow as they grow up. I should know because I wanted to.
I have the best mom in the world and I am mighty proud of her. She is not a replacement to a male parent. She is as she is and she has unconditionally given her heart to us.
I knew I was secure in every moment of my childhood life. And even up to now when I am burdened by trials her sweetest ways to comfort me is thru her words and sometimes thru her silence accompanied by the stroke of her fingers thru my hair while in laid back with my head consoled on her lap.
I have a high regard toward women because my provider, defender, consoler and refuge is a woman.
I am not writing about myself and neither about my father. This is about moms who stood as both parents and a best friend. I am speaking especially about my mom who happens to be my best friend too. True it is-- nobody can replace the role of a father. But true it is also that a mother's love is incomparable to all love on earth. This fact is beyond contention.
I am grateful to have been raised by my mom. I am a happy witness and recipient of her love...
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