Saturday, August 29, 2009

They are really a different kind of generation


Way back the time when you can move anywhere safe and sound. The time that you will not be afraid not to lock your doors at night before going to sleep. When you're free traveling from one place to another. But today it's to risky. Our society today is very different from yesterday. Our young generation is very different from our time. And take note on how kids discipline applied today! Yesteryear's kids were easy to handle. You just wink your eyes what you mean for them to do and they got it. But today most parents experienced a lot of hardship dealing with their children. May be it is the kind of generation they're in. Just like my kids, I used to make excuses of their behavior towards me not to get angry at them at all times. And I know that I'm not alone of this crusade, because this is a common topic of my friends, who also had kids like me whenever we have a gathering. And even my neighbors they were also complaining about this kind of problem. As I have observed there's no perfect theory regarding application of perfect parenting in today's generation because of the big influence our kids got from the their friends and the people outside our home. And the gadgets their using now for fun and leisure. But, as parents we had to assist ourselves, too. Do we attend to their needs? Are we around when they want to talk to us about their troubles? Do we give them advice when they need it? Did we give them the courage to be strong or telling them that we're very proud of them? I think it's a two way thing around to consider. And often it's always a case to case basis and because people are tends to be very judgmental. That's why there's a lot of young unwed mothers, drug users, rape victims, abused children and out of school youth. And at this point, they become to be not only our family problem, but also our society's problem. In my case I'm not a perfect mother and we are not a perfect family, either. But some situations in my life made me change my strategy in handling my kids. I prefer to give up some of my priorities even some source of income. I now stayed at home almost the whole day, even though I don't like the routine since I'm not used to it. I just go out of the house if it is necessary. A few years ago, I am always cramming doing the task that is not mine to do, just to please others. I was over loaded. I was out of my focus to my children. I was very busy and happy earning money. And this made my children felt that earning money is easy. They are very careless. So may be this is one thing that affected their feeling towards me. I gave them what they want; effortless on their part. My eldest child reached the age of twenty three, without forcing himself to find a good job. He was hooked of playing games at the Internet 'Cafe. My second child who always went home late at night after her night class, surprise me always of coming home earlier than I expected. The youngest that used to bang the door when she's angry, is not doing the same thing now. A small thing that I noticed being with them every day. Even my financial status is suffering; I felt the change of their attitude because I started changing myself towards them. This coming September 1st, my son will attend his two day training to start his job. He's now hired and he promised to give me some of his income. I hope that I'm at the right track dealing with them now. Some more patience on my part. But sometimes it's better to give a try than never. Especially when it's for the benefit of our children. And who knows, it's ours too as parents!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Workshop

The Singers of GMA ARTIST Workshop Batch IV with their coach, Sir Jeffrey Hidalgo on their wacky pose.Say cheese! My gifted daughter, Kathy and her friend Chie. Chie is one of my favorite on Kathy's circle of friends.
The coaches and some of the facilitators that makes the workshop possible and successful. Posing with them are the two talented kids of Coach Sherwin Ordonez. Thank you!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Coincidence and a Mother's Dream

Kath, keep on singing and enjoy your single lady days. Treasure every moment of it because you will never, never pass that way again as you go along......

I'm a music lover by nature. One of my ambitions is to be a singer, but it didn't happen to me that way. When I was pregnant of my second child as I lay down in bed before sleeping in the afternoon, it is my habit to turn on the battery operated transistor radio on my favorite music station and put it on my stomach. I can't recall my purpose but it was the habit that I keep doing until I give birth to my second child. She was a very shy girl when she was a little girl. Very seldom that I heard her talking. But when she reached the age of twelve, I was surprised to hear her sing "Anak ng Pasig" a song popularized by Miss Geneva Cruz. A cool and beautiful voice in a high pitch tone. By that time then I keep dreaming to enroll her to a singing workshop to enhance her talent. Even though the workshop is just a walking distance away from our house, I know at that time I still can't afford the cost in sending her in one of the workshops. Until the right time came that my dream to enroll her to a workshop came true. I had enrolled her to four workshops. One after the other. Just not to stop her from singing because she's not fond of practicing singing at home. The latest is the GMA ARTIST WORKSHOP of Channel 7. Before joining her latest workshop, she had joined different bands already. She also wins trophies and cash in singing contests that she had joined. She's our family singer. Her friends and classmates used to invite her to sing for their birthdays and other social gatherings.
I love music so much. I want my daughter to be a professional singer someday. Honestly, I was the one pushing her to sing when she was a little younger. But today I see the determination in her now. So I hope and pray that her booking in Japan will materialize.
Kathy with Pooh singing together at the comedy bar a year ago.

My youngest daughter, Korina on her best performance during her School singing workshop's recital. She sang " A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME. She's also into music.

Recycle

Different looks of recycled bottle.

Ready for painting.

A trial and error over a set of used bread spread bottles, beautify of limited colors that I bought from a well known bookstore in town. I'll keep trying it, 'til it's perfect.
An air balloon in my mind. It makes me aim higher.
Inspired me of the strength and endurance of the ethnic groups still living in the jungle.
The kind of a flower that makes me reminisced my elementary days. There's a yellow and orange variety of each kind. Together with my classmates, we used to plant this near the school's concrete fence. But sad to say, I still see this flower often around; but my classmates are seldom to be found. Wishing to see you guys! To be rich. To uplift my lifestyle to the next level, higher....

It's nice to see our waste at home in their beautiful looks. It's fulfilling! See more recycled thing in my next blog.

Our visitors in rainy days

Keep holding on to be safe!
The red millipede in it's crawling position.
I don't know what creature is this until my daughter told me that it's a millipede and it crawls anywhere, feeling free.
It stretched out to crawl faster. As if it senses danger.

And this is what they look like whenever there's danger around and touch by an enemy. Observant as I am, makes me notice that millipede are always around during rainy season and they hibernate in a cool places. I've seen two of each kind, black and red in our premises. But I can't see the purpose of them, being here.

Rags for sale!!!

My 21 year old sewing machine. It's still helping me save time making my recycled scrap fabric into a pieces of rags. Making rags has been my past time and my husband, too.
Rags in different colors.
Ready for trimming.
Rags ready for sale.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

It's Sunday!

Seldom you see them all in the house on a Sunday. But today their bonded, viewing their favorite TV show while waiting for lunch.