This movie became my favorite instantly, it’s perfect.
The cinematography is absolutely stunning. The plot is flawlessly well written. The transition between the present and the past is executed purely. It takes you to some of the big parts of Korean history.
I think I cried for an hour and my heart tugs at my heartstrings. I was into this man’s extraordinary life throughout scenes of laughing and weeping.
This movie is truly an epic.Beautiful.
I always told myself that I can do everything in my power to be a successful person and a supportive single parent to my son. I have no remorse of these two responsibilities in my hand; to be a mom and at the same time to be a dad. Yes, I do complain occasionally when colors turned out dark, but most of the time, it’s a feeling of accomplishment and somewhat I am always proud of.
Honestly, for the past long years, my son and I never have received the rights for financial support from my x-husband. It was clearly stated in the Philippine Constitution the anti-violence against women and their children, that we should be protected. I am fully aware of this law, but have never used it properly to protect my son. I became the slave of my own hard work and reputation.
Then, I woke up one day realizing that I shouldn’t carry this load alone. I must teach someone how to handle responsibility and not just to live a life of ease. So, while I was in the Philippines, I went to the Philippine Overseas Labor Office with my son and made a complaint address to his father, who is working now in Italy, with a demand of financial support monthly, or else, he will be blacklisted to work abroad and will be deported back to his hometown. Honestly, I really don’t want to create drama, but for now, it really works.
So, just last month, my son received his allowance in complete amounts stated from the agreement. It was our little feat shared of what we have fought for our rights.
To all the women out there that suffered this kind of issue or more than that, we should never feel disgrace or to be embarrassed to contest our rights as a woman and for our children. We might feel a little hesitant as every beginning is hard, but being fearful or ashamed of our situation leads us to hardiest life.
So, be brave and have a little faith in yourself.
I believe I can do it, you can do it, we can do it!
“If it felt good when you did it, never regret it. “
“ Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.”
I saw him doing his daily work. Did he ever whine about it? feeling tedium? or maybe feeling grateful because he can be able to provide food and other necessities to his family? Is he thinking when he will stop working and live his life at ease? Is he hoping that one day he will be free from obligation and adversity? and just be happy normally?
I am whining, feeling boring, but thankful. I am thinking and hoping too.
I am sure we are almost do the same.
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
One of my sentiments of being a single parent arises once school enrollment comes. Lack of financial support from the father of my son makes me wonder how good his life must be away from this responsibility. Sometimes, I pity myself I wouldn’t deny that, but consolation comes when I think about the past years that I stood up for the challenges and hardship of being the sole financial supporter of my son.
Yes, I am proud of it and at times I keep asking myself how did I do it? I just feel the awesomeness inside!
I am a single parent and I have my pride and I have my son.
To all single parents out there, let’s be determined to be blissful in whatever situation we are in and will might be. We don’t have to force our self to be both parents because God will make up for what is missing. Let’s create the best of us because our contentment and distresses depends upon our dispositions in our life, and not from our situations.
We should always remember, we are good enough. Good enough to pay for the next school enrollment. haha. 🙂
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.
AES: I’m going to have a heart attack seeing these grades!
SON: All the subjects are getting harder.
AES: That’s not the issue!
SON: Even our top 1 student, she went down to top 3.
AES: I don’t care; she’s not even my daughter.
SON: See, if you will add all my grades and DIVIDE them to 9, my total average is 86! I passed.
AES: So you like Math now??
I haven’t talked to my son for two days now, he really pissed me off. And of course, I want him to realize that I am mad.
I know his capacity; he has a bright mind, but he doesn’t have a study habit at all. That’s what we always struggle.
Two weeks ago, it was their third grading exam. I called him from overseas to check on him if he was studying. He said he is about to start. After 30 minutes, I called him again and he said he was done studying. I was like wtf? 30 minutes? I ask too many of Why’s, and he just answered that he has a computer mind, can save everything.
I don’t know if I was to laugh or scold him again. I just don’t have the energy anymore. Can I divide my responsibility to anyone? Sigh.
When you thought you still have the whole day to sleep, but just realize it’s Monday. Well it is called manic Monday fantasy.
“People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
Responsibility. Big word.
I started to become responsible when I have my son in my life. Though I was quiver for a while, and took me a little way to escape, but still I was able to play the track again.
Before my husband left us for another woman, I became a full time wife. Though I didn’t enjoy it and came to a point of hating it, later I realized it was a good job after all. Taking care of your kids full time has always been a privilege for us mothers. It was a happy, hard, boring moments in my life, but I always feel grateful whenever I think about it.
When my marriage failed, I was left alone with my hand’s full of responsibility; our son, our credit card bills & jobless! as if I was doomed to carry all the hardship in life without a taste of readiness. I was afraid to wake up in the morning because I don’t know what to do, where to start & how could I go on. I even tried to think it’s better to die then, but when I saw my son’s face sleeping peacefully beside me, I had woken up from my selfish deeds. Yes, I have to be responsible forever for what I have tamed, responsible for my son’s life.
Responsibility, big word, It is.
Because of that, I was able to pick up the pieces of myself one by one, slowly but considerably. I went through this kind of rebellion; school, drinking, work, drinking, boyfriends, and I treated my son as my last priority.
I always came home from work late and drunk. In that usual occasion, my Parents reprimanded me by locking all the doors and not wanting me to go inside. I even pee outside on our porch and vomited several times. I was such a difficult person at that time. Then one night, I went home bombed with alcohol, I was calling my Mother to open the door for me, unexpectedly, my son did. I was startled, so I stand straight, not wanting him to see my drunken face and asked him why he still awake. With sluggish and innocent look, he replied without hesitations; “’I’m afraid you couldn’t get in since grandma doesn’t want to open the door for you.”
I have believed since that night, I became his responsibility and he should be my top priority. I could no longer endure my pointless disposition, I almost forgot there was someone who always waited for me to come home, my little rose, my son, my responsibility.
“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow but guide them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”
My son is a teenager now. I admit it or not, accept it or not, I am no longer his universe. I always get sad that some things we used to do have changed already. I miss the part of him growing & I have always prayed that someday we can we be together back home. I know it is not easy to handle them in this stage, it requires a lot of love, understanding & patience.
I just miss him every single day!
Yesterday, my friend told me this story.
Days ago, she had a stomach upset problem that made her weak the whole day while at home. Before she’d like to rest, she prepared food and everything in the dining table so that her kids would just go there to eat although she might be sleeping the entire day.
While she was lying in bed, her five year old daughter approached and asked her; “mommy can I help to wash the dishes?” She didn’t ignore her despite of her weakness. She nod as her response even though she wasn’t even sure of her daughter’s sincerity.
When she feels better afterwards and left her bedroom, she was surprised to see that everything is in order. Her daughter already washed all the dirty dishes, wiped the dining table, swept the floor, cleaned the dust and even arranged some jumbled stuff.
It was one of the best times in her life to experience a very helpful gesture from her 5 year old daughter. Even me, I was happy and amazed about it.
As a parent, we will always be grateful to have this kind of experience with our kids. I don’t even forget when my son asked me to give my cough to him because he doesn’t want me to be sick, and it was six years ago!
For us, the sweet gestures of this little and innocent person gave us a deep memory in our heart with true happiness and more love.