GUSTO KO NA NG BABY! hahahahah
Nag-aayos ako ng mga papel-papel sa kwarto ko at nakita ko itong isang essay na ginawa ko nung grade 5. Naalala ko pa, pinasulat ako noon ng English teacher ko ng isang essay. “Who is the most important person of the century?” yung theme. Bigla na lang may dumating na certificate galing sa Time Magazine. Sinali pala ng teacher ko yung essay ko sa isang pa-contest sa Time.
Anyway, ang sagot ko pala du’n sa tanong ay: mother. The mother is the most important person of the century. Maybe I could not think of a better answer then so I just wrote about the role of a mother for the sake of submitting a write-up. Or maybe I really meant all those ideas. I don’t know. All I know is that while I was reading the essay again, I felt strange. I never thought I’d write this when I was 11 years old.
Ni-type ko ulit yung essay. Of course, there were some errors sa grammar and sa usage of words, but anyway, here it is:
“Who is the most important person of the century?”
The mother is the most important person of the century. Her role is very vital.
A mother molds a future generation. A child molded by good character is a generation molded in good character.
Children and students’ character values have been neglected over the past century. Young people have emerged from childhood with problems on drug abuse, alcohol, immoralities and bad marriage life.
A mother has different roles in creating strong characters and virtues among the young generation.
She is a teacher. She is the one who influence us most. In the home, she may have used no chalkboard nor possessed a college degree, but her lessons last forever. In the school, she is the instrument of every pupil’s academic success. Her teachings build up true values. She instills discipline and skills among them. She is a producer of inventors, mathematicians, doctors, lawyers, teachers and politicians who become good leaders of their own country.
She is a father. It has been the mother who bears the consequences of the father’s role in the children’s upbringing. She becomes the breadwinner whenever the head of the family dies or is jobless.
She is a parent to her daughter or son. She is a model of every child. She influences their attitudes toward their future in shaping their best personalities and careers.
A mother affects the lives of every person in any century. We can never tell when her influence stops.
Wooh. And that was quite heavy.
Nung nakaraang araw, nagkita-kita kami ng HIV with Caloi, Jeni and Duga. Then sabi ni Lorine, “gusto ko na ng baby sa barkada.” Sabi ko naman, “gusto ko na rin ng baby as a person.” Haha. I always wanted to be a mother.
Naalala ko sa isang class, the Prof asked what we wanted to do after graduation and everyone else was talking about professions, career and stuff like that. And when it was my turn, I told the class that I wanted to be a housewife. I dunno know why people laugh. But I really do. I want to be a home-maker. I want to raise children. To rear young boys and girls. To teach. To nurture. To care. To love. To start righteous traditions. To mold a righteous generation. Nothing else could be more fulfilling and happier. Nothing else.
Earlier this year (2008, that is), I’ve had this kind of psychological thing. I kept on imagining invisible eyes watching me from above. Whenever I look at the sky or stare at the stars, I see those little eyes watching me. I think of them as my posterity-my future sons and daughters. And whenever I feel so troubled and worried about certain decisions/ choices in life, I look above and then those little eyes give me strength. They’re glittering as if shouting from above: “You can do it! You have to!” Whenever I make the wrong decision and compromise the things I believe in, those eyes illuminate a feeling of sadness and disappointment.
I am happy whenever I cook and my siblings would go for another round. I’ve had this recent hobby of baking and cooking then papatikim ko sa iba. Ewan, fulfilling lang. As I grow old and realize I’d have to be prepared a few more years from now, I strive to put off all those selfish stuff and wala lang, to see what I can do for others within my immediate locale.
Motherhood is somehow about service and love. And perhaps more than that. It’s like forgetting yourself and thinking about the welfare of your offspiring first.
Parang habang lumilipas yung panahon, hindi na ‘dream’ yung perception ko sa motherhood. Habang tumatanda na ako, parang mas nagiging totoo na siya. Hindi na lang siya isang blah-blah na pinag-uusapan lang. Inaanticipate ko na siya. Sometimes I get so excited. Hahaha, scaaaaaary. Pero at this moment, I still have a lot to learn, and to do, and to fix. Malayo pa ako sa pagiging nanay.
I’m not sure if I would ever be one, in this lifetime, but even if I wouldn’t be one literally, I’d still strive to be a mother in my own simple way. Haha. Oha? Oha? Nyayyy. Pagbigyan naaaa! HAPPY NEW YEEEEAR!