As March ends, I want to share a great story with a great lesson. This story was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul (Copyright 1996). It is entitled "The Cookie Thief".
This note was written by Princess Wendy last Tuesday when she was in another of her how-do-I-earn-money moods–her past ideas ranged from selling some of the family’s stuff like fasteners, staplers, plates, etc, to us, the family (imagine, we were buying our own stuff!!!) to opening a massage parlor to serving food (from our own refrigerator of course). Now, this was the same girl who, just last week, delivered the valedictory speech at her school’s graduation. Who would have guessed that, after all the studying and high grades, her dream would be to clean floors? And to think that her father’s dream for her would be to become a scientist! I guess this was a test of how supportive Paul and I are of whatever Wendy would want to be when she grows up.
Not that I’m disappointed, after all, floor cleaning is a desecnt job! And as parents, we have to support our children…and if Wendy wants to be a floor cleaner, so be it! Anyway, I remember when I was young, my dream was to be a cashier or to be a toll collector! I thought, "Hey, somebody had to do these jobs!" (Actually, the people doing these "menial" jobs are the ones we can’t live without.)
And I don’t mind…I mean Princess Wendy’s dreaming of becoming a floor cleaner does has its advantages! Here we were, saving for her future, and it turns out I don’t need to render OT work! Better yet, I don’t even have to work at all! Wohoo!
When one mentions Ilocos Sur, the immediate thing that comes to mind is Vigan. Yup, Vigan is the heart of Ilocos Sur. But one should realize that there is more to Ilocos Sur than just Vigan. Last Holy Week, Paul, Wendy, and I came with my father to his hometown, Sta. Cruz Ilocos Norte. I had the chance to rediscover this great province and get to know more about what makes it unique.
Because Wendy was having a hard time memorizing her speech, Mommy Trish advised me to try to give her a "memory" candy." So I bought candies at a store and told Wendy that they were memory candies and that if she ate one, she wouldn’t have a hard time memorizing her lines. Lo and behold! What usually took her two hours to memorize just took her 15 MINUTES to do so! Ha! Ha! Thanks Mommy Trish! and Thank God for the power of placebo!
Anybody in need of memory candy?
This MeMe from Trish was such fun to do, not only because I had fun thinking about the "quirky" things about me, but also because I had fun learning something new about other people!
In keeping with the definition of quirky (Merriam Webster deifines it as "peculiar"), here are six quirky things about me:
1. Despite it being written in the Bible that "Man shall not live on bread alone…" I CAN live on bread alone! I love breads…different kinds of breads!
2. I’ve never used any other perfume since 3rd year high school other than Sunflowers. So for 12 years now, I’ve been using this sweet perfume! How’s that for loyalty?
3. I [almost] always smile when I look at myself in the mirror (freaky?).
4. When my cell phone inbox reaches around 25 to 30 messages, I already feel that it is "cluttered" and delete messages. Although my cell phone can accomodate much more than that, when the messages reach 30, parang nararamihan nako masayado.
5. I DO NOT drink coffee or tea (hot or cold). But if I get to choose among the two (if someone would pay me a million bucks), I’d drink coffee…I love its aroma.
6. In my whole 28 years, as far as I can remember, I’ve had only 2 recurrent dreams (yung maya’t maya talaga sumusulpot): (1) being back in school (be it high school or college) and (2) being able to swim, as in with matching diving skills (in real life, di ako marunong). I wonder what these mean?
There you have it! Quirky enough?
Last Thursday, we found out that Princess Wendy is graduating as the valedictorian of her batch. Yep! It turns out that the kikay, pink-loving kid (originally red-loving) who always has the energy to play but has none when it comes to other things has a great mind too! Imagine our happiness and excitement when we found out! We wondered were she got her brains…I wasn’t even in the top of our class when I was in school, and neither was her Papa. I mean, yes, I got decent grades, but I’ve always considered myself to be just a "regular" student. Maybe that’s why it was great news for us…diba sabi nila, the frustrations of parents are often lived out by the children?
Anyway, now, a week later, the excitement has dwindled, especially that we have to memorize her speech by March 19 (Wednesday next week)…and let me tell you that when God gave out free patience, Wendy wasn’t there, and thus, memorizing is not one of her talents! I’m hoping that the occasional bribe would make her work harder to memorize her lines.
I’m crossing my fingers for next week!
My friend jogasaurus (aka penhurst) sent me this mail, which I know I ought to share. Living life to the fullest has always been my mantra in life. This poem, according to the mail, was written by a teenager with cancer who only had 6 months to live.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
My sentiments exactly…I especially love the last stanza. I am making sure that when I am old and cranky (I hope I live to that time), I wouldn’t have should haves on my list and that I lived my life exactly the way I wanted to. I do hope that most of us are stopping to smell the roses!
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask How are you, do you hear the reply?
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child, we’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
cause you never had time to call and say, "Hi".
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it is like an unopened gift….thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.