Moving past…

I would like to take this time to greet everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR! Yaay!

It has been a while since I last posted in this blog and it is primarily because of a commitment I made that I will not post again until I have “myowndomain.com” site. The commitment was made because I was coerced to believe that having my own site was as easy as clicking the mouse, drag and drop something here and there but as you might have guessed it takes more than that. Aside from that there is also the issue of choosing between continuing with a site themed exactly as this one or starting a rather different kind of website. Anyway I think I have moved past all these stuffs and soon I will have my site up and running. 

At the moment I am busy with some research and learning certain skills needed to set-up and maintain my own domain. Ultimately I am happy with what I have been up to recently and I will be moving to another domain in the next few months. Most of my posts here will be transferred but I will provide links pointing to the new site.

Wish me luck!

 

Dadispen

Super Moms

SuperMoms

“Honor your … mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), (3) “that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.” (Eph. 6:2-3)

Mother's Day

My Supermoms (credits to Lalooshes)

What would be more apt on this special day than to write a post that honors the women who in many ways have shaped me to what I have become today? Besides, I do not want to miss out on the blessings that come with it nor be cursed for not giving the honor due them! Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!

Supermom #1…

She is our granny but we fondly call her “Nanang” meaning mother. A very strong woman who raised chicken, goats, pigs, and pesky little humans. From her came lessons of frugality (by serving inexpensive meals though she can afford a lot better :D), responsibility (I got bouts of beating for not doing my assigned chores to the dot) and farming (how to thwart a brooding hen was one of the basics). Now she’s old and can barely scare the ducks away from the porch but still graces our trips to the beach with her old-redundant-rhetorics which I find rather amusing!

Supermom #2…

What would this post be if this woman is not part of it? My mother is a living and breathing Superwoman minus the cape and mask (Would love to see her wear such).  She is a package large enough to not fit in a house no matter the size. A wife, mother, father, cook, laundry woman, gardener, electrician, carpenter, Teacher, Researcher, Author, Editor, Agriculturist, School Administrator and a whole bunch of other things. Much of the strengths I have were forged by her. Should she be the benchmark, I’d say she did a lousy job :D

Supermom #3

She is the most special person in this post – the mother of my kid (and a half) and the love of my life…she inspires me in my endeavors but keeps me grounded at the same time. She loves me and my son that in itself makes her Super!

Supermom #4, #5, #6…

They are works in progress (aren’t we all?) but are doing great!

#4 is a mother of 2 girls who are growing with great promise and beauty!

#5 is a mother of smart little girl who could outclass “Dora the Explorer”.

#6 has a 3-year old son possessing the discipline expected of a 10 year-old in the dining table.

Supermom #7…

This young lady is technically not a mom but has as much if not more experience than #3 to #6. Much of the mothering those kids above received was from her. Her greatest achievement so far is making my son love her so much that he wants to marry her!

Oh I almost forgot, to those who would raise their brows and believe mothers are not that important perhaps reading my previous post here would help you think otherwise.

Tiny Slippers

Dear Jacob,

I have already lost count of the number of times we have been away from each other. It is inevitable, given your Mom’s current condition or at least I like to think of it that way. I expected that it is not going to get this tough not having you and your mom around having been through it countless times but I was wrong. I have no problem taking care of the basic things like laundry, cleaning of the room and preparing my own meals but the silence is beyond bearable.

I arrived in our house at around 3 AM on Sunday excited of the freedom that I am going to have while you are away. I practically leaped to the bed upon reaching our room and I am sure there was this devious grin on my lips. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that your presence is unwanted, I love having you around and totally enjoy the days we spend together just you and I. However, adults sometimes need time to be alone, and quiet to do what they have to do and put their lives into perspective. I was about to raise my hands in celebration of the many quiet hours ahead when my eyes froze on those tiny slippers at the base of the cupboard that seem to be waiting for your wiggly feet. My moment of joy was cut short by the underlying implication of not having you around which my conscious brain keeps pushing back. I will miss a lot of things most of all your stories, unending questions of why things are like this or that and our Father and son escapes.

Those tiny slippers had their way in me. They seem to be staring back with questioning eyes…where are those wiggly little feet? It’s been a while why haven’t they come to take us for a walk?

It is going to be a week since I left and many times I have been tempted to pick-up those tiny slippers and hide them away in the store-room but I have chosen not to. I want them to be where I can see them as a reminder that I have to make wise decisions so in the future we will not have to be separated again.

I am having a hard time coping up for now but I will be fine…more or less.

Love,

Dad

Short-lived Moments

He's brushing his teeth by himself for the first time!!!!

those moments will come to pass and that annoying as they might be, I have to learn to enjoy them

It takes a lot of patience to raise a kid. I don’t know about you but most of the time my patience runs out when my son does his rather annoying stints. However, I know that soon those moments will come to pass and that annoying as they might be, I have to learn to enjoy them because once my kid grows older, I would have to kiss those times goodbye!

A few evenings ago my wife asked me to tuck my son to bed – that means wash him up, brush his teeth and get him into his pajamas. My son upon hearing this protested, “No I will do it by myself”. We replied excitedly, “Really? Go ahead then” without the intention of really allowing him to do those things by himself. And so he did and continued doing ’til now under my strict supervision. Times like that bring out the proud father in me – well who wouldn’t? Nevertheless I have to come to the realization that my son is growing up and soon I will have to give him over to his independence. Soon providing his needs would be as far as my fathering would go barring circumstances where I would have to intervene or advocate in his behalf. Soon he will be ready to take off and take life head on. Yes soon….

In the meantime we still have memories to build and Father and son escapes to do!

Of Ipods and Steve Jobs

US has lost the only person who knows what he is doing” – Barack Obama

The world currently mourns the loss of a tech Titan who they say has pushed humanity to the next level. I am not an Apple enthusiast myself (an iPod nano is the only Apple product I actually own) and know very little about this man but the entire World Wide Web has just gotten crazy over his death and all I can see even at the Freshly Pressed articles are his pictures and stories of him.

So my curiosity got me digging through his life wondering what is with this man that even The US President Barack Obama would be quoted saying that the US has lost the only person who knows what he is doing? Eventually I found myself admiring this man – his ability to execute whatever he thinks!

As I browsed through the net I came across this letter addressed to Steve Jobs coming from a mother of an autistic kid (http://www.adiaryofamom.wordpress.com). Read through and see for yourself how a product as humble as the iPod could impact lives.

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Dear Mr Jobs, (Steve Jobs that is, as if you didn’t know)

My name is Jess and I have something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.

I think I love you.

Now, I know you probably get a lot of this – crazed fans writing in to tell you that you’ve altered the world through technology. I can’t argue with them. What you have done to shove us all headlong into the information age has been nothing short of revolutionary. Your leadership and innovation have changed the way we view – well, just about everything we do. Guttenberg had nothing on you, sir.

Oh, and taking just $1 in yearly compensation EVERY YEAR since your return to the company in ’97? Classy move, my friend. Classy move. And handing well over 3,000 percent return to investors during your tenure without selling a share of stock? Be still my heart.

You’re my husband’s hero. As such, you’d think this letter would have come from him. He’s Mac-obsessed. If it has a little ‘i’ in front of it he either has it, wants it, or is waiting for the next generation of it. I’ve caught him caressing his iPhone when he thinks no one’s looking. OK, I made that up – but Steve - is it OK if I call you Steve? I mean, it just kind of seems right to call a guy in a turtle-neck and jeans Steve – it wouldn’t be far-fetched. Hell, the guy gets MacWorld Magazine. And READS it. Not for nothing, but you know you’ve made it when there’s a MAGAZINE dedicated to your products. I mean seriously, that’s cool.

But, Steve, much as I like the MacBook that I’m typing on right now, as happy as I am with my iPhone and as much as I love browsing through iTunes for music, there’s one thing and one thing alone that sets my heart a-flutter for you.

You, sir have given my daughter freedom.

You see Steve, my daughter has autism. And for her, the world can get pretty damned overwhelming. For a long time, my girl couldn’t really go anywhere comfortably – certainly not to a restaurant. It was hard, Steve. Sometimes it was really hard.

But last night, we went to our local sushi joint for dinner with friends. We were later than we’d hoped to be and the place was pretty full. Full means loud, Steve. And loud can mean disaster. But we didn’t have to leave. Not once. Nope, my girl sat at the table with everyone else and ate her dinner.

Because now – thanks to you, she has a powerful tool to mitigate the madness. When it gets to be too much, she can reach into her dad’s pocket and say, “I will listen to my music now.” No matter where we are, she can slip on her headphones, plug into her iPod and retreat into a world that’s much more inviting and hospitable than the one around her. The nerve-wracking clang and clatter of her surroundings melts away into Godspell, Dora the Explorer , JoJo and The Beatles.

She’s even (mostly) learned not to sing along in public. Trust me, Steve, that’s bigger than you think.

And so, I wanted you to know that you have one more thing to add to your already mind-boggling resume. Pixar may have changed special effects for all time. Wonderful – I like a good flick as much as the next girl. The iMac no doubt dramatically altered home computing. My home movies thank you. And the iPhone certainly radically shifted the face of mobility. All great.

But it was a tiny green iPod that unlocked the world for one little girl.

And her mama is forever in your debt.

Keep up the good work, Steve.

Warmly,

.

Jess

8 POSTS LATER (milestone 1 of daddy’s pen)

Have you ever wondered how many times I tried to become a blogger? Let me recall..

There was the friendster-linked blog which was my very first. T’was not successful maybe because I was too proud to learn. I was able to write several posts and received several comments but in the end abandoned it. My purpose for blogging perhaps was not clear at that time it was just to test my writing skill which turned out to be less than interesting.

A few years later I started a new one think-n-tinker.blogspot.com. Wrote a few posts and got one subscriber!!! Actually I coerced her to subscribe and she had to give in because she is a good sibling hehe…thanks Lala! A month later, I forgot the password and did not bother retrieving it. Expert bloggers would definitely say that my choice of site-name was very poor. It sounds good but too many people are using it. Try to google it and you will get tired scrolling through the search results but you still won’t find it.

Thirdly, I started private panorama here in wordpress but abandoned it after writing the about page…don’t ask me why!

Finally daddy’s pen came to life!  It was conceived with the main purpose of sharing the fun time I spend with my family especially with my son. I enjoy writing about those moments and I could say I will be here for quite a while!

Today I would like to share with you my joy as I celebrate. After eight posts, this blog achieved its first milestone…getting 1000 visits! It may not be much for the better bloggers but it is a big thing for me. I have no formal internet training, no HTML knowledge and zero SEO knowledge when I started this blog. Eight posts later…I have learned a few tricks of driving a handful of internet traffic to this site (I still have much to learn!). Eight posts later…I am more inspired to write. Eight posts later…I am more excited about my next bonding time with my family. Eight posts later…Eight posts later…I have all of you to thank for visiting my site and putting up with my rants and raves! Thank God for all of you!

Jacob’s Glossary of Terms

Often it is a wonder how parents can understand kids who seemingly speak a totally different language or a tweak of the original mother tongue. Let me share some of my son’s personal slang!

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 Igannnyan mo – this word is used to denote anything he would like you to do and is always paired with a demonstration of all sort and a tantrum if you don’t get it the first time. (Standard meaning – do it this way)

Ex. Igannnyan mo nga this one. Nooooooo! Like this o…Igannnnnyannn mo!       Waaaaaaah… Need I say more?

Kanina – Anytime in the past (Standard meaning – a while ago)

Ex. Just like kanina sa house natin na may stairs. (“Just like a while ago in our       house which has stairs”. There is actually nothing wrong with it except that we stayed in that house 2 years ago!)

Kutsilya -  A tool used to slice food. (Standard meaning – knife)

Ex. Daddy wala akong kutsilya pa’no ako mag-eat? (“Daddy I don’t have a knife       how am I going to eat?”. We were eating noodles!)

Favorite ko ito - any delectable cuisine usually eaten in a cozy restaurant most of the time is fish and chips with lots and lots of sour cream eaten with a Kutsilya. (Standard Meaning: This is my favorite). The same food served at home or served without a Kutsilya does not qualify.

Ex. Jacob in Fish & Co. holding a Kutsilya:  Hmmm favorite ko ito!

Jacob in Jack’s Place holding a Kutsilya: Wooow….favorite ko ito!

Jacob in a hawker centre served with fish n chips without a Kutsilya:                                    Ano ito???? (What the heck is this???)

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I always thought kids are witty in their own ways. They say things which take you aback, amaze you with their logic or utterly slam your attitude right into your face. I bet your kids have their personal slangs too!