One Proud Mama =)

PROUD MOMMY SYNDROME

                "Without my children my house would be clean and my wallet would be full but my heart would be empty." This is very true, when God entrusted me with the life of my kids, I then realized the true meaning of life and love. 

8 years of being a mother of these two cute kids is not easy but I would not trade it from anything else. 

To my forever babies, Margareth and Marthina... here's a poem that exactly depicts how I feel for the two of you...

My Children

© Bertha C. Blankenship

My children are very smart,

Both of them have a great big heart.

They both are growing up each and every day,

In their own unique and special way.

Both of my children are filled with joy,

I love them dearly both, everyday I enjoy.

When I am sad and have a bad day,

Both of my children know how to make my hurt go away.

I love my children more than words could ever say,

I am very grateful that they are alive each and every day.

They mean more to me than anyone will ever know,

When the children are not around me the days seem to go by so slow.

Everyday brings a brand new start,

After all my children are my heart.

I thank God each and every day,

That he sent two beautiful angels my way.

I'm a one proud mama here, and I am proud of it!

Hope someday you will be proud of your mama too. =)

Father's Knows Best

Father’s knows best from Karen Yap-Salangsang

Father's Love

      How you ever felt that you are loved by your father?

     Fathers love their children beyond any measure. A father does everything and anything in his power to ensure that his children are protected, supported and loved. At first, some does not  understand their father’s ways—his being authoritative, his sternness and lack of humor. But later on, they see that it was all just his way of loving his children. 

   

       In this still mostly patriarchal world, fathers are expected to be the provider for their family. If his children's are lacking in any aspect, society frowns upon the father for not being a good provider as well as a strong pillar. That, I guess, is every father’s deepest burden. He has to be willing to play the bad guy, if only to make sure that his child remains safe. 

    I remember when my father used to scold me because of my stubbornness and playfulness he would sometimes spank me and deprive me with what I want like playing in the afternoon or going out with my friends. Afterwards, he would secretly ask my mother to comfort me when I am already crying. He suffers silently, he has to be stiff, that I guess is his silent suffering as a father. Weird, but I grow up with that manner of parenting from him.

      As a child of a kind-a-strict father, I supposed that God Is the same. I suppose that God panics just the same when we stumble and fall. I suppose that God scolds us just the same when we do something naughty. I suppose that God suffers just the same when we say that God is sometimes unfair or our father.

        A close friend once told me, “Before we can even register the pain we feel, God has already cried an ocean for us.”

Have you ever thanked your Father?