Sometimes this is just all you need, PEDAL IT OUT!
Sometimes this is just all you need, PEDAL IT OUT!
When my son asked my permission to join the Taekwondo team which I ranted from my previous post. Never as I insisted, but well, that’s not what had happened.
One of our fellow bloggers mentioned that it’s better for him to get hurt in a tournament rather than in a street brawl, I couldn’t agree more. So here he comes, he was included in the school match and you know what? he got the bronze!
I don’t have any expectation from him since it was his first match. I just kept on reminding him to be strong, competitive and be a good sport. When he told me he got only the third place, I assured him that he was good enough. Not all the first timer will achieve something like that. In response, he wants to practice more, and I agreed.
Of course, I am proud of him and I love his spirit. I love the way he insisted to do what he likes, something that I didn’t do when I was at his age. But then, not everything he wants will be in front of him; not all the games he can win and not all the time, he can lose.
I know both of us have a long way to go. Parenting is an endless job for me and he still has to learn how to play the game of life.
Congratulations on your first kick son. The full support is in me now.
To my one and only,
I Appreciate you being a sport minded person. From wrestling and boxing as your passing hobbies, then basketball, which we both liked and you enjoyed most.
This time, I allowed you to join the Taekwondo training thinking it would only be a past time for you, but when you asked my permission to join the school tournament as a representative of your level, I never say YES. We argued about it and you are mad at me.
I don’t care if you’d think I never supported you. How can I allow my one and only to get hurt with kicks and punches and who knows what will happen out there? Call me selfish, but I just love you that I couldn’t even bear to think you would be physically hurt. You knew my reasons, and it will never change.
I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow
and tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.
Please let me tie your shoe again.
One day you’ll tie your own.
And when you think back to this time
I hope it’s love I’ve shown.
Can I help you put your coat on?
Can I please cut up your meat?
Can I pull you in the wagon?
Can I pick you out a treat?
One day you might just care for me,
so let me care for you.
I want to be a part
of every little thing you do.
Tonight could I please wash your hair?
Can I put toys in the bath?
Can I help you count your small ten toes
before I teach you math?
Before you join a baseball team
can I pitch you one more ball?
And one more time can I stand near
to make sure you don’t fall?
Let’s take another space-ship ride
Up to the Planet Zoor.
Before our Cardboard Rocket
doesn’t fit us anymore.
Please let me help you up the hill.
while you’re still too small to climb.
And let me read you stories
while you’re young and have the time.
I know the day will come
when you will do these things alone.
Will you recall the shoulder rides
and all the balls we’ve thrown?
I want you to grow stronger
than your Dad could ever be.
And when you find success
there will be no soul more proud than me.
So will you let me carry you?
One day you’ll walk alone.
I cannot bear to miss one day
from now until you’ve grown.
Do you have kids who drastically change their behavior when they become teenagers?
My son’s behavior becomes a problem after he reached the age of 14. Sometimes it confused me if his manner is appropriate to his age or just because he’s in the process of development. I am baffled between ignoring him or punishing him. Remaining calm and telling him what is right seems to give him an extra tantrum too. He appears to be controlling, and just wanted us to ignore him all the time.
When we tried to correct him or made some remarks when he did something bad, he usually does the smart mouth talking which is really, really annoying. He has no control of his anger at all. He says what he wants to say even though it shows disrespectful and rudeness.
I really wanted to lock him in the box and just release him when he’s at the age of maturity or place him back on my tummy. You can’t stop thinking about silly things, especially when you expect him to give you strength instead of draining your remaining kindness and putting you to the limits.
How hard is it to become a Parent? I know it’s more than words to explain. I realized and imagine how my Mom and Pops suffered too when I was in my age of rebellion. I think I am paying the price now.
With prayer, I am hoping that he will settle better than me, that he will discover more good things about people, that time will take his side to mold him into a better, kinder, respectful and considerate man I am praying him to be.
My last vacation in the Philippines was quite peaceful and sweet. Most of the time, I stayed only at home and hanging out with my son. It was not really an extravagant vacation as what other people expected. In fact, It was really my plan to spend my 35 days with my family especially with my kid.
During my entire break, I have seen some changes with my son. He is no longer my baby, but not quite a teenager too. He doesn’t want to be kissed and hugged in the public. We don’t walk together holding hands, but he just put his arms around me. He keeps on checking with my schedules when he was at school and never skip a day without following me around.
We both still love watching movies and do some food trips. He never has the patience to wait for me when I do shop. He’s not a branded person, to buy a casing for his cell phone is a major spending for him. Still, he doesn’t want me to wear shorts and sexy dresses. When I put some dark eyebrow makeup, he said ew, that I don’t look good at all. He just wanted me to be simple and unnoticed.
We never stop talking about this and that. He still sleeps in my room. I always reprimanded him for being lazy and giving too much attention to his mobile and play station. I am happy that he has good friends around, who helped him to improve his personality from being a killjoy to cool guy. See, he talks with my friends now, unlike before. Yes, still he has his mood swings, but it becomes irregular now.
We still argue and fight, but we knew we always have each other.
If I am still in the Philippines today, he would be my pretty date.
Who says Valentine’s Day is exclusive only for lovers? We can date anyone!
It was the year 2012 when my son drew and gave this to me before the day I went back to Dubai from my vacation in the Philippines.
I wonder what he will give me this year.
My 14 year old son begged me not to force him to join in one of the school activities that his teacher and grandmother asked him to participate. He was on the verge of desperation, as if I am the last person who would save him that whatever my decision would be, he has no choice, but to follow it.
I appreciated that, despite our long distance situation, I am still in the picture that he still comes to me not only in times of delight, but more importantly in his needs of someone to understand him. Back to the story, I asked him a lot of questions regarding his issue, to be honest there was nothing wrong about it, I might convince him too to participate, but I chose not.
I told him I would not force him to do what he doesn’t like as long as it will not affect his grades and performance at school. I will respect his decision as much as possible too. He was relieved, then calls me the best mom ever.
What struck me most was the last message he sent me before saying goodbye, he said, “It was right that children should respect their Parents, but Parents should respect their children too.”
Wow. I stopped for a while. He was aware now that RESPECT is a too way street.
Yes, it is a challenge for me to step back a little while staying connected to this grown-up kid because I know one day he will be determined to live his life in his own way and, probably I will be needing more understanding too that “we are alike, not in personality or character, but as a person.”
He was seven years old in this picture, never thought he would grew so fast.
What is good Parenting? What does it take to be a good parent today, especially if you work abroad and away from your children?
They said, the best thing to spend on your children is your time. You have a lifetime to work, but children are only young once. How am I supposed to react to this? Can single parenting lend an excuse from this unwavering quote?
I feel so unjustly right in this kind of situation, but extra suffocating when others think that my means to liven up my family is a mistake. How it became a fault when you only desired for them to have a comfortable life? Am I a bad parent if my children didn’t reciprocate my sacrifices and become one problem of our society? How can we justify this? How can I become a good parent out of this?
Having a long distance relationship with my son is crucial and painful. It took him a lot of courage and wide understanding of the situation. He became someone not on his age to soothe these things out, but so far he handles it with good care.
I would accept that there is always lack of physical attention to each other. I have the guilt in my gut and do self-loathe all the time, but I wonder if I don’t have the ability and desire to give him a promising future, where he could be? Is just love enough by equipping to raise him? How can you call love without sacrifices?
Parenting will not teach you how to become a good parent, but it will teach you how to fail and stood up, and that is my badge.
It is vital that when educating our children’s brains that we do not neglect to educate their hearts. —The Dalai Lama
I’m going to be blunt. Asshole. Stop breaking my son’s heart.
My son was really annoyed to his father yesterday that he unfriend him on his Facebook. Before that, he was able to tell him this words; “You made a son, but you don’t even know how to support.” Words that I couldn’t say it to his father’s face, but he did it on behalf of me. He may be sound bad-mannered, but I have respected his feelings. Why? Because he is my son and he has been through a lot growing up without a father’s love and connection.
Asshole. Do you not realize the damage you are creating for him? Instead of making up the lost time, showing him your remorse, building a new relationship with him and presenting your love, you choose to hurt him and made him agitated. You should have called him all the time, especially on his last birthday and chat him every day. Of course, you didn’t do that because you are an asshole.
Don’t ever try again to break him. It’s been twelve years I have been trying my everything to make him a happy person. I will not allow you to hurt my little boy, not ever again.
The truth is, you don’t deserve him.
In response to the Photo Challenge: Vibrant This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Let’s wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.
hahahha. Couldn’t say anything else, just love you too my labs!
Oops! sorry for bothering you.
One more time, one summer time I will spend it with my Son. Knowing that I couldn’t go home next summer, I wish I had spent all my day with him, traveled more to places he likes & never argued with him all the time.
I just miss my boy, so much!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt:"One More Time"
Always learn from the curiosity within and around myself.
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |
Paano ko sasabihing mahal kita?
Things are as they are, not as they should be!