My one-hour tete a tete topic last week with a friend centered on family. He said it’s not the career or money but the most important thing in life is family. Love. Family is love. He asked me about the things I wish for myself, my career. I told him I have no more wishes for myself. I have long abandoned any ambition to advance myself. To go up the ladder as a who’s who in the business world, or to become this and that. I have no more aspirations for myself. I don’t need adulation. At this point, all I care about is my children’s health, safety, and welfare.
I just want to see them in good stead. Living a peaceful, productive, and happy life. A long life that is full of love, kindness, compassion, gratitude, freedom, peace, joy, and contentment.
I’ve been missing the Sunday masses but I always go to the adoration chapel. Except for last Friday. The chapel was locked although it was only 3:20 pm. Though God can hear me from anywhere or everywhere, I still like to go to the chapel just to make sure that he hears my requests, my thanks, and see me praying.
I set up a small altar for me to pray. To kneel down and pray.
I knelt down and prayed so hard for three consecutive nights last week because I was worried about my daughter’s health. She had a routine ultrasound and they found some cysts. She’s okay. Those things are hormonal and they appear and disappear depending on a woman’s menstrual cycle. I was just my usual worrier self. I miss her.
I also prayed for my son’s health and welfare. I miss him too.
We are still dealing with problems brought about by his credulity and gullibility. I am praying for God to bless him with wisdom and strength of character. He is a good kid and I just want him to be given the chance to recover from his misjudgments. I hope he will also have the opportunity to pursue his own dreams. At the same time I want him to work hard, live simply, be humble and content. One day, when these things are over, he will look back and be grateful to the people who stood by him and helped him.
I was talking to a female friend the other day. I asked her if she too worries too much for her daughter like me. She said yes.
Edmund once told me, “Ang mommy, pag dating sa mga anak, parang makikipagpatayan”.
I remember what my mama used to say “hangga’t wala ang mga anak sa ayos, hindi panatag ang kalooban ng magulang”.
She was absolutely right.
God really designed a mother’s love for her children to be the most intense of all. So that we will give our life and all our might to raise them as loving and caring individuals. So that we’ll pass on to them the kind of love that God wants us to have for our family.
