Flowers for you!

Me: Good morning Mr. J! How are you today?

Mr J: It is a gloomy day because the weather is very bad but I am happy because my son is here. He makes my life sunny!

I admire Mr J’s affection for his son. He is a regular student who studies English with me 4-5 times a week. Never did he fail to mention about his son everytime we have a conversation. He is divorced but his son spends weekends with him.

I like the way when his son has also the chance to choose which place to eat for their Saturday dinner. If Mr. J has to choose the restaurant this Saturday, then it is his son’s turn next Saturday. The last time, they were at McDonalds but even so Mr. J does not want the food there, he respects his son’s choice.

I have read something in a book (I cannot remember what or who the author was) that you would eventually know the person’s priority/ies or what he values most in his life by what he constantly talks about.

Personally, I admire people who constantly talks about their family. I then imagine they must have good memories about them all the time they cannot stop talking about it. These memories make them happy.

What about those sad or the miserable memories? Most of us spent most of our lives with our families and we never can avoid to have the bad part of it and for me PEOPLE WHO STILL SHARE ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES DESPITE THE IMPERFECTIONS ACKNOWLEDGED THAT THEY PLAYED VERY IMPORTANT ROLES IN EACH OF OUR BEAUTIFUL LIVES.

A certain philosophy professor I had at the university told us that if you want to marry a good husband, find someone who shares happily his family memoirs. Now these experiences may not be at all totally happy but the way how he shared them whether good and bad experiences will somehow tell us that this man values family and will continue to value one in the future.

Do you believe so?

I do.

We sometimes or maybe most of the time declare our heart’s desires consciously or subconsciously. When we share most of the time the same issues or topics over and over again, all of the good and bad, it might mean these are the things we really hold dear and hope for the best to come in our lives.

Then what about how to look for a good wife? According to M. Scott Peck, in one of his books, that to find a good wife you must find a good daughter.

Define ‘good daughter’ then.

Anyone can rant how good or rebellious a daughter she is or was but her brothers and sisters especially her friends could never declare she was or is a good daughter EXCEPT HER PARENTS CAN. Yes, knowing oneself we can also somehow check if we have been a good daughter to our parents. Some parents can be unreliable in this case. Some parents measure a child’s worthiness through economic support sad to say.

How do we really define a good daughter? I don’t know. You tell me.

Is being a good daughter limited to being obedient, respectful and loving all the time?

Then I fail.

Yes, who else can best describe a person among others than your family whom you have stayed under one roof for more than a decade or decades?

If we cannot get along with our parents nor to our siblings, then think again… Even if we have the best of friends in the world, we can still hide or pretend something from the latter. Yes, some things are also kept hidden from our families, but it is them who witnessed how each of us grew to become worse or better. Of course these do not apply to everyone.

I want to share here the bloggers I have admired so much for sharing their experiences as a wife, husband, mother, father, sons and being a daughter as well as a brother and a sister.

I get happy knowing somewhere a father or a mother is proud of their kids. I have always wanted to become a mother. It must have been a very fulfilling experience to look at someone flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood, he or she may not look exactly like me but the sight of this tiny miracle makes life all worthwhile…

I pray for my friends and relatives who have always wanted kids that they may find their bundle of joy this year…

I used to imagine kids running, shouting and laughing around breaking things. Wouldn’t it be music to hear all these things?

Pakshet I am getting mushy. Damn.

Kudos to a father like Kuya Rommel, I find joy in reading his entries about his children like Celine. I believe parents are very blessed when they feel very proud of their sons and daughters! To Bluep,  Bro. Utoy, Elias,  who shared their experiences as a son, to Bablih who never fails to amuse me about her very short entries about her son and husband, to Patchot whose struggling as a single mom, and to Kai who is very blessed with a loving husband, I pray for strength for both of you and in God’s own time and will, will give you your own tiny but very precious miracle…

Same thing to people I personally know who have been good daughters and sons ^_^ The ever beautiful Geisha, the quiet but very smart Ida, and the mighty Jacq  who introduced me to the world of generosity and kindness through helping orphanages specifically from the congregation of Mother Teresa of Calcutta (in Manila and Antipolo). She showed me that we can be mothers too in our own special ways ^_^

As my cousin Kuya Jeff would say that even if his wife cannot bear children, their love together will still grow stronger everyday and the choice to make the most of their marriage are already miracles enough for them.

       

May our families be blessed always!

Week-endz

I am quite sad because a lot of my regular students’ class sessions have ended. Though there are more new students coming, I have already built friendship with most of them

I still continue to communicate with most of them through emails and chats in Skype, others were fortunate that their companies renewed their registration at the language center.

I was seriously sad and worried when I checked last night that Mr. Cherblanc was absent for two consecutive classes (with another teacher) during the holidays. He was never absent so I checked on the two previous comments and I was glad I did.

The last comment mentioned that the teacher was able to speak to the wife and that the student was hospitalized. The student was supposed to have his last 4 classes minus the two absences. I felt it was the other teacher’s initiative to inform the language center about it so the other scheduled classes left for him would be cancelled so he can recredit his last sessions. If possible to recredit his previous two absences since it was not his fault he was not able to cancel the classes because he was sick.

Because the other teacher did not inform the center, the student missed two paid classes.

I am really concern about my students because I LOVE MY JOB VERY VERY MUCH. I emailed the center and told them about the student’s scheduled class with me. The center informed the student’s agent and then the situation was settled. The student is still recuperating so he cannot have his classes yet until February. That means he was very sick.

Mr. Cherblanc also regularly reads my posts here and was one of those who insisted I post my pictures.

He is like a father to me and is constantly very kind. He mentioned he would love to bring his family here in the Philippines so I can meet his wife and kids.

I wish the best health for him and for everyone.

For those who have already finished their contract with the center, bear with me if you still continue to recieve daily emails from me with your idiom, phrasal verbs, american slang, and tongue twister, etc for the day with their sample sentences.

I will get back with the ten words for the short story construction soon.

Some of the students offered to pay extra for these extra jobs I do outside our classes but I declined because again I am doing this not to earn more but because I LOVE MY JOB VERY MUCH.

It is so fulfilling to teach online especially to learn more about another country, culture, language and people.

What a great life!

God bless to me, my work, to my students. to all of the students, to the center and to everyone!