Parents…

Being inspired by a friend, who’s here also in UAE with her family, now I have an entry to this month that is not a TAG…. Hhmmmmpppp? It’s always a TAG… ‘coz my mind is not on the right track to make one. In short I don’t feel writing something nonsense. (FEELING KO LANG INDI PERO MU GID :d )But then as we both chatting through YM (of course who else in this 21^st century didn’t know about YM?), lets go back to the story… as we’re going through our conversation, she open up about how strict or  mean her parents are, I realized something.

And my story starts here.

When I was little, I used to play alone. My younger sister is four years younger than me.

My mom is working, my father is working on our farm, and I’m left with my aunt. My Aunt Susan toke care of me since I’m 11 months old. She cries whenever I cry. She’s actually my second mom. She taught me how to write, read and play. When I was 2 years old I already know how to count my 123…and recite my ABC…by that time she also brought me to a nursery school just two houses away. The rest is history, until I was 10 years old and she decided to get married. I’m so blessed with Aunt as carrying and loving as her.

Back again to the story of my friend, for twenty five years now, She is still living with her parents, and they don’t want her to go with her friends for a dinner or outing, ‘coz they’re afraid of maybe losing or their child being away from their sight. Actually they also have the reason for that, but in my friends mind, she finished two courses, already have a stable job and a mind of her own. She can’t understand why her parents seem not to understand that she’s already an adult and can decide on her own. Then again, I realized something.

I’m again so lucky with my parents, they’ve been supporting all through out. I remember when I was only on my fourth grade, my mom used to bring me to her office and let me do filing jobs. When closing of school days come I used to have my summer job in their office. I’m the one encoding some input data’s but more on filings. One instance again, my mom gave me forty thousand pesos to pay our monthly payment for the house she bought. I was in fifth grade then. For that I realized that she already trusts me even on my younger age. She’s also strict with regards to some issues like going to school on weekends and go malling with my friends. But then for me it’s ok, at least when I am not allowed to go to school for some projects, my team mates is going to our house, and of course mom is cooking for us our favorites, spaghetti and brownies…hmmppp I can still remember the taste mom used to cook and bake… Since she left for Canada I didn’t have the chance to taste it. (Reminiscing the past…) Ok…when I was in college, mom and dad go down to my level… they treat me like a grown up already. Mom knows everything about me, my crushes, my class standing, my problems, almost every single detail she knows. When joven is courting me, she’s the one texting him, knowing him more and she’s with us when we’re watching movies and eating some where downtown.

 to make this story short…

I have this lesson from my parents…they both said that:

You are already a grown up adult, you know your own limitations, we’ve done our part, we send you to school, we guide you all through out, and we know that we didn’t lack in leading you on the right path… It’s up to you to tackle the path you want to, but be sure to be responsible and accountable for your own actions. We are just here incase you need help.

Ilonggo version:

Daku ka na, kabalo ka na sang himuon mo, natapos na namon obligasyon namon sa imo. May isip ka na nga imo, so kabalo ka na kung anu ginahimo mo, basta tandaan mo lang nga may limitasyon ka, kag tandaan mo gid nga maging responsible ka sa tanan nga butang nga ginahimo mo, kag ari lang kami di nga nanay kag tatay mo para mag giya sa imo.

I’m so blessed to have you guys, so lucky that in this world, God surrounds me with people as understanding, loving and caring as you. I’m so PROUD of you.♥