People are easy to conclude that our children are spoiled.
The term is derogatory and this applies to children who are brats and throw tantrums when they don’t get what they want. Spoiled children are super pampered by their overindulging parents. Spoiled Brats are not only products of wealthy parents but I’ve seen a lot of bratty kids from middle class and lower income groups.
Our children are not spoiled. Nakatikim sila ng sangka tutak na sigaw at sermon and kurot at palo from me.
They don’t always get what they want. When they were growing up, they were not showered with gifts and material excesses. My daughter used the same dark green canvass back pack from grade 5 up until she graduated from high school. I offered to get her a new one but she refused because the bag was still usable although it already had rips and lose threads.
When my son was 12, he wanted to buy a $5 sunglasses and I said no. He was one of the lasts among his friends to have a nice cell phone.
My children’s daily school allowance were one of the lowest compared to how much other children get from their parents. I didn’t give my daughter baon when she was in college. We paid for her canteen, dorm, tuition, etc. She didn’t have extra money for shopping and entertainment. She couldn’t afford to eat in restaurants. She had to work part time to have some cash for her other needs. But when she started working and earning her own salary, I didn’t meddle in her money affairs. I saw her buying nice things and going to fancy restaurants during restaurant week with her friends when she was living in NY. I just reminded her about having a balance. kailangan marunong din kumain sa fastfood, sa tabi-tabi,s a palengke.
She likes going to the tiangge also and gets excited when she gets a good bargain. She buys branded stuff. Well, she works hard, if she can afford it, why not? Just don’t borrow money to buy a bag.
When we are in the US, I bring them to Ross, Daffy’s, Marshalls, TJMaxx and Burlington.
Even when they were little, when we are in stores, never sila nagturo at nagpa-bili.
We’ve heard many people say that our children are spoiled. We cannot control how people perceive us, it’s their opinion and buzz.
And every person adds his own version to the tsismis which after ten jumps, the story becomes one big movie blockbuster. Ang dami ng idinagdag. Masarap magtsismisan.
Edmund and I are proud of our children. Yes, they do make mistakes. And so do we. But one thing stands out, they have good hearts.
And God knows that. He can read thru my children’s hearts and minds.
If God will ask me in my next life if I still want them to be my children, in a heart beat. Yes, of course. I don’t know if I still deserve to be their parent, but I sure want to be their mother again.
