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CYBERFLASHES Mountain View College, THE SCHOOL OF THE LIGHT Keeping Alumni and Friends in Touch MVC Website: http://www.MVCollege.org/ <><><><><><><><><><><><><> Editor/Coordinator: Evelyn Porteza-Tabingo Sacramento, California <><><><><><><><><><><><><> May 09, 2014

In  This  Issue   Editor's Thoughts Lessons from my children Sulad’s Corner Thoughts on “My Mother” Inspirational Thoughts On a Lighter Note Announcement Date Book Reminder From the email bag Prayer Requests Acknowledgment Meet the Editors Closing Thoughts

Editor's  thoughts... I am a mother of three wonderful kids. I remember the sleepless nights as I rocked a colic baby to sleep. I watched as each child experience independence with each baby step they made. It was fun to listen to them learn to talk, increasing their vocabulary day by day.


My daily schedule revolved around the kids. I sat with pride when I attended their musical programs. When my daughter sang a solo part in the choir, I held myself back from yelling out, "Hey, that's my kid!" I was a nervous wreck watching the twins compete in their games of soccer, football and basketball. The mother in me cheered them on while the nurse in me was fearful my sons would end up with broken bones or brain damage as each player played hard to win for their team. My boys survived and so did I! I enjoyed being a part of the children's daily activities, which is now a distant memory. Where have all those childhood days gone? The three of them had left home leaving Henry and I with the "Empty Nest Syndrome." As I flip through the pages of our family photo albums, I relive the fun times we spent together. Now the fun has multiplied with the addition of the grandkids. Next Sunday is Mother's Day. Honor the special woman who devoted her life to nurture you. Make a special attempt to thank the one who held your hand as you took your first steps and guided you until you were ready to walk into the future. Celebrate Mother's Day with your mom, physically or in your memory. Any time now, a bouquet of flowers will be delivered on my door step, my mailbox will receive Mother's Day cards. I will get phone calls from my children and their kids, all greeting me "Happy Mother's Day." Ah, the joy of motherhood!

To  all  the  mothers  out  there...Happy  Mother's  Day! Lyn  Tabingo  


â&#x20AC;?A mother is she who can take the place of all others, but whose place no one else can take.â&#x20AC;? Cardinal Mermillod

Learning from My Children: A Mother's Day Confession S h a ro n D u k e E s tro ff When I was 8, I had names picked out for all of my future offspring (a dozen baby girls dressed in coordinated outfits). At the age of 13, I had my own babysitting business. I majored in child psychology in college and earned a graduate degree in education before getting my very first class of fourth graders. By the time I became pregnant with my first child (a boy, go figure), I knew exactly what kind of mother I was going to be: calm, organized and completely in charge. Yeah, right. If there's one thing I've learned after four kids and 18 years of parenting, it's this: as much as the mother shapes the child, the child shapes the mom. Despite my intentions of being a cool-as-a-cucumber parent, the birth of my first child, now 18, transformed me into a maternal tossed salad. For the first two years of his life, I refused to leave the house without my "What to Expect" manual for fear I might need to know how to make a baby tourniquet or something. Impossibly, it would seem, that baby grew to be the most serene and easygoing person I've ever known. Like a human tranquilizer, he puts me at ease, offering me a voice of reason in a way few others can. "You should be less worried about me getting E. coli from a raw hamburger and more worried about me choking on this overcooked hockey puck," he once said during dinner. I had to laugh. He had a point -- and it wasn't the first time. I needed to chill. Maybe I'm not the unflappable parent I'd hoped to be, but thanks to my laid-back eldest, I'm a little closer to it. Where my first son was born going with the flow, my second son, now 16, carves his own current. When he was 12, he wanted to take electric guitar lessons. I said no -- he had enough going on with school, baseball and football. So he got some secondhand strings, taught himself to play via instructional YouTube videos, and started a rock band with some middle school buddies. Take-charge Mama might have grounded her willful


son, but something in me had changed. Instead of getting angry, I threw a huge party in the basement and invited everyone over for The Allies' first concert. Somewhere along the way, this staunchly inner-directed child had taught me that my purpose in parenting is not to tell him when, where and how to flap his wings, but to give him the ability to soar, unafraid, on his own. By the time Baby No. 3 came along, I was less hovering (thanks to my oldest) and less controlling (thanks to my next). But I was still clinging to my super-organized, scheduleddown-to-the-last-minute tendencies. As with his older brothers, my third son certainly changed all that. Here is an 11-year-old brimming with curiosity, who collects information like other kids collect baseball cards. Mothering him is like being a perpetual contestant on Jeopardy. The trouble is, joining my son in his knowledge quests can take a lot of time. Practice with him for the geography bee? Of course. But I had to brush up first. Read the fivebook Percy Jackson series with him? Sure. And 28 hours of reading later (yes, 28!), we finally finished the last book. But I wouldn't have missed those juicy mother-son book chats for anything. With my third child as my guide, I've learned to look up from my weekly planner every now and then to see the world, and to stop and smell the roses, even if they're not exactly on the way. The mom I thought I'd be all those years ago certainly isn't the mom I've become. My kids have seen to that. But my spirited 8-year-old daughter sometimes reminds me of the girl I used to be. After being beckoned to her room "to see something important," I was greeted by a display of 12 dolls lined up on her bed. "They're my babies!" she announced before rattling off their names one by one. (internet)

â&#x20AC;&#x153;There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.â&#x20AC;? â&#x20AC;&#x201C;Hodding Carter, Jr.

God Provides in Little Things By Myla Canilao Sitio Kapok Acmonan Tupi, South Cotabato

While serving in SULADS for two years, we experienced a time where we had to do without rice for three days. We were used to eating rice all the time. Our stomachs that


were used to eating rice had to rely on chayote, cassava, and young unripe bananas. I told my partner, “It’s all right. The Lord is a Great Provider. We will just ask that He will give us different kinds of food.” Our breakfast was just chayote and kamote (sweet potato) leaves, and for our lunch chayote fruit with chayote leaves. A day had passed, and I prayed to the Lord, “Please, show us another way of cooking cassava. We’re not exactly trying to be demanding; I just want something different.” Coming to the end of my prayer, someone came knocking at our door before I even had the chance to open my eyes. Someone said, “Hello Ma’am!” I replied, “Yes, what can I do for you?” As it turns out, they brought us some suman (sticky rice) that was wrapped in banana leaves. I was ecstatic - the Lord has been good! During those times when we were deprived of rice, my partner and I would just laugh at our situation as we sat around the table. We would take a look at our food and say, “Oh, kamote… Oh, chayote…” Then the next day we’d say, “Oh, cassava.” When we would be out teaching our students, I’d feel my stomach growling, and I felt like collapsing from hunger. I then muttered to myself, “Even these little kids can go on without eating how much more for us who still have something to eat even if it’s just kamote. They can even endure anything even if they live far away and go to school without break-fast. How much more for us. When I think about it I think that since we have bigger tummies we should not require food more often.” That’s when I said, “Lord, I trust that You are the Great Provider of everything, and You will never leave us alone and provide us with our needs here in the mountain.” After three days, we had visitors. The visitors didn’t stay for long. They had rice with them, but were not able to consume all of it, so they gave the rice to us. That was the time when we were able to eat rice again. My partner and I were overjoyed as we made porridge from the rice given – the Lord is still so good. It was there that I could feel true happiness and joy; I learned to be content in my heart with what I have. I have learned not to ask for too much because the Lord knows what I need most. Before I could ask, He had already given them to me. I could see that the Lord is good. God is good! If you would like to support this mission program dedicated to taking the Gospel to the people of Mindanao, please write a check to Gospel Outreach. Mark it for the SULADS and send it to: Gospel Outreach P.O. Box 8 College Place, WA 99324 You may also donate to the SULADS using your credit card by logging on to Gospel Outreach's donation site (www.goaim.org) and follow the directions. Again, mark it for SULADS. If you would prefer, you may write your check to the General Conference of SDA and mark the donation for SULADS and send it to: General Conference of SDA Donations 12501 Old Columbia Pike Silver Spring, MD 20904 Thank you for your support of this very important project.


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“A mother laughs our laughter, Sheds our tears, Returns our love, Fears our fears She lives our joys, Cares our cares, And all our hopes and dreams she shares.” --Julia Summers-

My Mama, Viven Without question to many of us the most important person in our lives must be our mother. They are the ones who carried us for nine months in the comfort of their womb, and gave birth to us without complaining about all the pains they had to go through, then nurtured us from a helpless baby to an independent functional adult. To me my mother was one of the most important part of my life. She was born as Vivencia Sariana Tabanao in town of Moalboal, Cebu in the early 1920s. My mother was actually an ordinary woman but in her tiny stature lies an extraordinary patient, persevering, humble and loving heart one could ask for. The kind of woman that brought me up was one that kept away from the spotlight in fact I never seen her taking the role of a public speaker, she would rather work in the background and let others get the credit. That trait I learned from her has helped me through the years in my efforts to be blessing to others, be happy of doing a good job irregardless of who gets the credit. My mother was a diligent and determined woman who guided her children in the right direction. She had a kindly heart, with a soft voice, pointed out what wrong moves I and my siblings did without creating animosity because she had a way of letting us feel it was out of her love and concern for us. She help me appreciate this life as a precious gift, and that one’s happiness is not dependent on how one looks, how much material things one had, or what status one has in society, but what was important was what good we could do for others. Early in my life she worked as an elementary teacher to support the family and helped send my father to school in then Philippine Union College now Adventist University of the Philippines. She was assigned to many places in Mindanao willing worked hard without complaining about her role to ensure a good future for her family. She showed by example a love for learning, when my siblings and I were growing up she finished her Bachelors in Elementary Education and Masters degree in the same field. She had a


passion of teaching children and shared her knowledge with future teachers. She also showed us her big heart by opening our home to several relatives and friends to help them get an education.

She has gone to her rest last after long period of illness, which she valiantly faced and never complaining but her life still lives with in me. Yes she looked like just an ordinary woman but her life of perseverance, humbleness, altruistic attitude, diligence and above all her spiritual values I will treasure the rest of my life and use it to be a blessing to others. For all these I thank you mother. To me you are the best and I will be forever grateful for you being there when I needed you. I miss you.   Laurence Tabanao Gayao

My Mother, Mama Dinah She was known for being a great motivational speaker, a strict but topnotch teacher (a Sillimanian) and a real fashionista. Every woman in our town calls her ‘Ma’am Din’ and they all want to look like her. It was my wish as a young girl to be told, “you look like your Mama’ but they never said it, coz it was obvious, I look more like my Papa. I firmly believe that my father’s success as a dentist and businessman is due to her charms and her love for life. he creates jobs for the needy and never let them feel indebted; she buys food/articles to every vendor that passes by her way, knowing her small contribution could feed mouths that day. She shelters homeless people and allows them to sleep on our driveway at night and make sure they are fed. She believes in education and will support anyone who wanted to go to school if they are willing to work for her. We grew up with lots of "helpers" - not because we need servants, but because she cannot turn away her nieces and nephews and relatives who wanted roofs over their head, food to eat and a desire to be educated. She has always encouraged me to be the best that I can be. “Never settle for mediocrity, shoot for the stars” was her daily sermon but when I fail, she will say, “Get up …it is never too late to start all over again.” When people taunted me because I was such a tall, skinny insecure and gawky teenager, she would say, “Stand up stand up straight and tall. Do not look down to their level. Let them look up to yours”. When I started having crushes at some guys down the street, she would say, “Remember, you are meant for royalty….Prince Charles would be lucky to have you for a wife.” (This was in the late 60s and early 70s). When she found out I was pregnant and unwed, she said, “Let’s celebrate your


womanhood”. Instead of a lecture, she summoned Lisa to give me a manicure and pedicure and called the best hairstylist to come to our home to give me the sassiest hairstyle. "You have to look good to feel good for the baby,” she said. Instead of disowning me, she found a way to send me off to The Good Shepherd Convent to protect me from malicious tongues and small-minded people. She knew I was destined for something more than my little town Molave can provide, so she adopted my child and sent me off to America to find my place in this world. When I failed my first and second Board of Nursing Licensure exam, she said, “Perhaps, you are not meant for Nursing. Maybe, modeling is for you. After all, you are more beautiful than the nurses I know.” Yes, she was my cheerleader in every way possible, and she was excited at every special event of my life: as a Florence Nightingale, as a missionary to Tamparan with the Dontons, as a Drug Agent (Syntex), as a young bride, and as a mother. She would come and stay with me at every pregnancy and stay for 6 months to take care of me and grandchild, so I can rest while she enjoys being a Lola. Not once have I heard her complain about life and about any circumstance that prevented her from living an American dream. And when she was finally taken away from us, November 6, 2013 – my whole world crumbled and my heart has been broken to a thousand pieces since. Typhoon Yolanda and the circumstances around it, helped alleviate the grieving process, but the words that were spoken during her funeral service still ring in my ears, “She was an exemplary woman, a paragon of womanhood, a star of hope to the needy and homeless, and a lifetime inspiration to her former students." She was an admirable mother, a loving and fun Lola to her grandchildren and my guiding star in all that I aspire to be. She had a heart of gold and was the most forgiving woman I know. Honore de Balzac one said, “The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” My Mama Dinah has countless attributes that I am proud of, but if there is only one thing that I could take with me, it is to BE FORGIVING. That’s what my Mama has always done for me and for everyone. It is a quest that I shall always try to do, in honor of my mother, my Mama Dinah. HAPPY MOTHERS' Day, Ma ! Raylene Rodrigo-Baumgart

 


My Mom, Cleofe This Mother's Day, I like to say,

â&#x20AC;&#x153;Thanks Mom," ... for being a beautiful person. Your inner beauty radiated to everyone around you. You taught me to look for the beauty in a person. ... for being one who enjoyed sharing. I recall your friends from the communities around the college campus come to our home to "borrow" a cup of sugar or a few kilos of rice. You taught me to share. ... for being compassionate. family and friends.

You had a heart filled with love for your

... for your love of Christian education. You took in several students through the years to live with us because they could not afford to stay in the dormitory. ... for being the strong religious influence in my life. reminded me to live a life fit for God's kingdom.

You always

... for being prayerful. For many nights I heard you and Dad pray for your children and the less fortunate. ... for being a happy person. Your smile brought joy to those you met. You loved life and cherished the time you spent with your children and grandchildren. ... for teaching me the value of work. I could have been a "spoiled brat," but you and Dad taught me that work was vital to accomplish my goals in life. ... for sharing your passion for gardening. You loved the beauty of nature. As I look at the blooming rose bushes in my garden, I think of you. ... for being considerate to those around you. You frequently reminded your children to be considerate by not banging doors or making loud noises when someone was sleeping. ... for expecting your girls to behave in a "lady-like" manner. frowned at loud giggling or boisterous laughter.

You


... for not tolerating the use of bad language or speaking ill of others.

Most of all, thanks Mom, for being a special mother and a friend. You were a beautiful child of God. You are loved.

Happy Motherâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Day! I miss you Mom. Lyn Porteza-Tabingo

My mother, Generosa Davo Samillano. In Proverbs 22:6, the Bible issues a sensible proclamation: â&#x20AC;&#x153;Train up the child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it." The best gift that a mother can give are advises that help her children live a joyful life.. Every good thing that happened in my life, I owe them to my very good and loving Christian mother and to my loving God. When I was growing up my mother always told her children to always put God first and last in our lives, start and end the day with worship and prayer. Before doing anything, we all had to get up early in the morning and worship. Today, even with my busy life, I always make it a point to put God first in my life. My mother also advised us that we should marry only those of the same faith. I only understood the impact of this advice now that I married a very good and loving Christian husband. I firmly believe that when a husband and wife both love the Lord and put Him as the center of their marriage there is always joy, love and happiness in their relationship. My mother also advised us to be respectful, polite and kind. We were taught to give respect especially to our elders. I remember taking the hand of my grandfather to


my forehead and say "Amen". Every time after morning and evening worship we children will always kiss our parents good morning or good night. To my mother, thank you for the advises you have given me. I am living a joyful life. Beth Samillano-Stiles

My Mom, Pat Pat  Caballero:  the  virtuous  woman  in  Proverbs  31   It  is  very  easy  for  me  to  picture  my  mother  as  the  virtuous  woman  of  Proverbs  31.   King  Solomon,  the  wisest  man  on  earth,  described  her  10  attributes  as  follows:     1.

FAITH  –  A  virtuous  woman  serves  God  with  all  her  heart,  mind,  and  soul.  She   seeks  His  will  for  her  life  and  follows  His  ways.  (Proverbs.  31:26,  29-­‐31,  Matthew   22:37,  John  14:15,  Psalm  119:16)    

  2.

 

MARRIAGE  –  A  virtuous  woman  respects  her  husband.  She  does  him  good  all   the  days  of  her  life.  She  is  trustworthy  and  a  helpmeet.  (Prov  31:11-­‐12,  23,  28.  1   Peter  3.  Ephesians  5.  Genesis  2:18)  

3. MOTHERING  –  A  virtuous  woman  teaches  her  children  the  ways  of  her   Father  in  heaven.  She  nurtures  her  children  with  the  love  of  Christ,   disciplines  them  with  care  and  wisdom,  and  trains  them  in  the  way  they   should  go.  (Proverbs  31:28,  26.  Proverbs  22:6.  Deut  6.  Luke  18:16)    

 

 

4. HEALTH  –  A  virtuous  woman  cares  for  her  body.  She  prepares  healthy  food   for  her  family.  (Proverbs  31:  14-­‐15,  17.  1  Corinthians  6:19,  Genesis  1:29,  Dan  1.  Leviticus   11.)   5. SERVICE  –  A  virtuous  woman  serves  her  husband,  her  family,  her  friends,   and  her  neighbors  with  a  gentle  and  loving  spirit.  She  is  charitable.  (Proverbs   31:12,  15,  20.  1  Corinthians  13:13)   6. FINANCES  –  A  virtuous  woman  seeks  her  husband’s  approval  before  making   purchases  and  spends  money  wisely.  She  is  careful  to  purchase  quality  items   which  her  family  needs.    

 

 

(Proverbs  31:14,  16,  18.    1  Timothy  6:10.    Ephesians  5:23,  Deuteronomy  14:22,  Numbers   18:26.)  

7. INDUSTRY  –  A  virtuous  woman  works  willing  with  her  hands.  She  sings   praises  to  God  and  does  not  grumble  while  completing  her  tasks.  (Proverbs   31:13,  16,  24,  31.    Philippians  2:14)  


8. HOMEMAKING  –  A  virtuous  woman  is  a  homemaker.  She  creates  an  inviting   atmosphere  of  warmth  and  love  for  her  family  and  guests.  She  is  hospitable   to  minister  to  those  around  her.  (Proverbs  31:15,  20-­‐22,  27.    Titus  2:5,  1  Peter  4:9,   Hebrews  13:2)  

 

9. TIME  –  A  virtuous  woman  uses  her  time  wisely.  She  works  diligently  to   complete  her  daily  tasks.  She  does  not  spend  time  dwelling  on  those  things   that  do  not  please  the  Lord.  (Proverbs  31:13,  19,  27.    Ecclesiastes  3.  Proverbs  16:9.   Philippians  4:8)  

 

10. BEAUTY  –  A  virtuous  woman  is  a  woman  of  worth  and  beauty.  She  has  the   inner  beauty  that  only  comes  from  Christ.  She  uses  here  creativity  and  sense   of  style  to  create  beauty  in  her  life  and  the  lives  of  her  loved  ones.    (Proverbs   31:10,  21-­‐25.  Isaiah  61:10.  1  Timothy  2:9.  1  Peter  3:1-­‐6)  

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wo  childhood  incidents  stand  out  right  now.  I  remember  being  often   completely  baffled  by  my  mom  and  to  be  fair,  I  am  sure  that  she  had  had   moments  where  I  baffled  her  just  as  much!    

  I  was  5  years  old  when  we  first  moved  into  the  SPUM  compound  in  Cagayan  de  Oro.   (It  is  now  called  South  Philippine  Union  Conference).  I  started  to  closely  observe  my   friends’  mothers  and  compared  them  to  my  mom.  I  quickly  saw  that  my  mom  was   vastly  different  from  theirs.  Their  moms  talked  and  laughed  a  lot;  mine  was  quiet.   Theirs  wore  brightly  colored  dresses  (or  so  I  thought);  mine  wore  simple  cuts  and   colors.  Theirs  often  talked  about  buying  or  making  new  dresses;  mine  never  spoke   of  this.  Their  moms  smelled  like  an  expensive  flower  garden;  mine  smelled  like   clean  soap.  Their  moms  appeared  to  be  constantly  surrounded  by  friends;  my  5  year   old  mind  had  concluded  that  my  mom  was  shy  and  lonely.  And  of  course,  I  decided   that  it  was  up  to  me  to  fix  this  predicament!       Incident  #1:   One  day  as  I  was  helping  my  mom  re-­‐arrange  the  contents  of  a  closet,  I  brought  up   the  topic  about  her  clothes.  With  a  little  dramatic  sigh,  I  told  her  offhand  that  I   thought  my  friends’  mothers  had  very  nice  dresses.  She  said  nothing;  I  was  not  even   sure  she  heard  me.  After  a  few  moments,  I  took  a  deep  breath  and  decided  to  try  a   different  approach:  I  asked  her  if  we  could  buy  her  some  new  clothes:  pink  ones,   yellow  ones,  blue  ones,  and  ones  with  many  flowers!  She  looked  at  me  –  she  looked   puzzled.  She  said  nothing  and  continued  her  task.    So  to  help  her  understand  better,   I  simply  blurted:  “Mom,  your  clothes  are  soooo  boring!    Can  we  just  buy  you  clothes   like  the  ones  my  friends’  mothers  wear?  I  heard  them  say  they  got  their  clothes  in   Gaisano!”    I  will  never  forget  her  response.  She  waited  a  few  moments  and  in  her   quiet  way,  taught  me  some  very  important  life-­‐lessons  that  day.       “Joy,  do  you  like  your  Auntie  Eve  Donato’s  bougainvillea?”  I  nodded,  thinking  of  the   wide  array  of  brightly  colored  flowers  next  door.  “Do  you  think  they  worry  what   color  they  wear  each  day?  Do  you  think  they  get  tired  of  being  just  a  white  flowers  or  


just  pink  or  just  orange?    That’s  the  only  color  they  will  ever  have  all  their  life!”    Since  I   didn’t  respond  immediately,  she  continued.    But  Jesus  said,  ‘consider  the  lilies  how   they  grow:  they  toil  not,  they  spin  not;  and  yet  I  say  unto  you,  that  Solomon  in  all  his   glory  was  not  arrayed  like  one  of  these.’    What  does  this  mean,  do  you  know?  What  is   the  lesson  here?     I  was  incredulous  at  first  and  then  it  hit  me  hard:  I  actually  thought  my  mom  was   completely  hilarious!!      I  burst  out  laughing.  “But  Mom!  You  are  not  a  bougainvillea!   Nobody  pours  ‘special  water’  on  you  every  morning!”     She  looks  at  me,  startled  for  a  brief  moment  then  continues:  “I  think  you  missed  the   point.  The  point  is:  God  always  provides  us  with  everything  that  we  need.  It  is  the  inner   beauty  of  a  person  that  counts  –  not  a  person’s  outward  beauty.    I  do  not  want  you  to   grow  up  vain  or  envious.  I  do  not  want  you  to  judge  people  by  their  looks,  their  smell,   or  their  clothes.  Remember  that  Jesus  died  for  everyone  –  and  not  just  for  you.  Do  you   want  to  be  really,  really  happy  in  life?”    I  nodded  sensing  that  what  she  was  saying   was  very  important.  “Then  you  must  empty  your  heart  of  envy  and  pride.  Those  are   Satan’s  characteristics.  That  is  what  caused  him  to  fall  from  Heaven.  When  your  heart   is  full  of  envy  and  pride,  there  is  no  space  for  happiness.  People  like  this  will  work  very   hard  trying  to  find  happiness  and  will  never  find  it.  And  right  now,  you  are  very   envious  of  your  friends’  mothers’  clothes.  Reject  pride,  envy,  and  materialism.”       Years  later  when  I  was  in  high  school,  Mom  offered  to  give  me  3  of  her  dresses.  I   only  had  to  choose  which  ones.  I  gazed  at  her  closet,  so  full  of  clothes.  It  would  not   be  an  easy  task  because  she  had  some  very  beautiful  pieces.  As  I  examined  her   clothes  closer,  felt  the  rich  textures,  smelled  the  scents  of  clothes  and  laundry   agents,  I  noticed  that  many  of  them  bore  tags  “Made  in  the  USA”.  I  was  puzzled   because  at  that  time  we  did  not  live  in  the  United  States.  Following  a  haunch,  I   searched  for  the  specific  dresses  that  I  had  childishly  declared  boring.  I  found  the   long  flowing  red  dress,  the  frilly-­‐sleeved  pink  one,  and  the  smart  brown  one.  I   remembered  the  time  when  I  hated  these  very  dresses  and  suggested  that  we  buy   her  better  ones  from  Gaisano.  I  looked  at  the  tags:  yes,  they  each  had  a  “Made  in  the   USA”  tag.    Now  that  I  was  older  and  could  read,  I  saw  that  two  were  Anne  Klein  and   the  3rd  Liz  Claiborne.  The  quality  of  the  material  and  workmanship  added  with  the   care  my  mom  used  in  handling  her  belongings  helped  the  pieces  withstand  time.   They  looked  like  new.           I  remember  looking  up  to  see  my  mom  watching  me  with  her  eyes  twinkling  in   humor.  It  was  my  turn  to  say  nothing  as  I  choked  back  the  tears  of  shame.  She  said   nothing  as  I  reverently  folded  away  the  three  dresses.  I  did  not  realize  it  then,  but  in   a  few  moments’  time  all  my  moms’  beautiful  dresses  would  be  completely  gone.  She   sold  all  her  clothes  and  most  of  their  household  items  so  that  they  could  use  the   money  to  build  an  Adventist  church  in  in  the  country  of  Mozambique,  which  is  far   poorer  than  the  Philippines.  As  the  church  was  being  built,  my  mom  sat  under  a  tree   teaching  African  kids  how  to  sing  and  read  notes  while  only  a  few  paces  away  under   the  heat  of  the  blazing  sun,  my  dad  worked  with  the  locals  to  build  the  3rd  Adventist  


church  in  the  whole  nation.   (Many more churches need to be built, by the way, but finding funding to build them is a problem. The country is simply so poor.)       Incident  #2:   It  was  a  Sunday  afternoon.  I  was  in  first  grade.  I  was   supposed  to  take  an  afternoon  nap.  Behind  our  house   was  a  good  sized  bamboo  hut  with  no  walls;  my  dad   built  that  for  us  kids.  And  that  day  I  heard  laughter   coming  from  the  little  hut.  Unable  to  resist  the  need  to   investigate,  I  climbed  out  of  my  bedroom  window.  I   found  my  friends’  mothers  there  eating  green   mangoes  dipped  in  ginamos.  They  were  also  listening   to  the  drama  on  radio  and  sharing  local  gossip.  They   seemed  to  be  having  so  much  fun!  And  I  felt  very  bad   because  I  felt  that  my  mom  was  excluded.  And   although  I  knew  my  mom  never  listens  to  radio  or   watch  TV,  I  thought  that  perhaps  just  this  once  she   would  come.  Perhaps  she  just  didn’t  know  that  there  was  a  gathering.  So  I  ran  as  fast   as  I  could  to  go  get  her.         I  found  my  mom  in  our  kitchen,  alone,  and  hard  at  work.  On  the  floor  beside  her  was   a  huge  sack  of  powdered  butter  milk.  On  the  dining  table  were  many  bags  of   repacked  powdered  milk.  Breathlessly,  I  blurted  what  I  had  seen  and  urged  her  to   hurry  and  join  the  other  moms  as  they  enjoyed  the  mango  and  the  laughter.  For   many  seconds  she  just  stood  looking  at  me  with  such  sadness.  Then  she  quietly   asked  me  to  help  her  so  she  could  finish  her  task  sooner.  Happily  I  complied   thinking  that  if  we  finished  the  job  quickly  then  she  could  go  join  the  others.  But  I   was  wrong.  As  I  hurriedly  tried  to  pour  2kg  of  dried  milk  into  each  plastic  bag,  my   mom  asked  me  if  I  knew  what  we  are  doing.  Sighing  at  the  obvious  and  rolling  my   eyes  behind  her  back,  I  replied:  “repacking  milk  into  smaller  plastic  bags?”     “Actually  –  it  is  far  more  than  that,”  my  mom  explained.  “You’ve  seen  the  kids  at   ‘Tabuk’  and  at  ‘Kilometro  Cinco’,  right?”      I  nodded.  Yes,  we  had  hiked  countless   times  to  ‘Tabuk’  which  is  the  squatter  area  from  across  the  creek  from  SPUM.  We   had  brought  with  us  meals  and  old  clothes  to  give  to  the  people  there.  And  yes,  as  a   family  we  routinely  went  to  ‘Kilometro  Cinco’  to  hold  branch  Sabbath  schools  on   Sabbath  afternoons  –  just  us  kids  and  our  mom.    But  I  was  confused  what  these  had   to  do  with  anything.         “As  soon  as  both  your  brother  and  sister  wake  up  from  their  naps,  we  will  drive  to   Kilometro  Cinco  to  visit  the  children  from  branch  Sabbath  school.  We  will  talk  to  their   parents  and  see  how  things  are  in  their  homes;  we  will  see  how  we  can  help.  Many  of   those  kids  go  to  bed  hungry  at  night.  Some  have  only  one  parent.  They  don’t  have  much   food.  They  have  no  milk  for  the  children.  So  we  will  share  ours.”    


I  glanced  at  the  many  bags  of  milk  we  had  already  repacked.  I  looked  at  the  huge   sack  sitting  on  the  floor.  And  I  looked  at  my  mom.  I  was  completely  floored.  Puzzled.   Why  would  she  want  to  go  to  ‘Kilometro  Cinco’  to  distribute  milk  when  there  was  a   group  of  moms  having  so  much  fun  at  our  little  hut?  The  more  I  thought  about  it,  the   angrier  I  got.  And  since  I  was  not  allowed  to  mouth  off,  I  sat  there  with  tears  welling   out  from  my  eyes.  Angry  tears.  Mom  said  nothing  further  as  we  continued  to  repack   more  milk.  Together  we  finished  our  task  in  silence.  We  hauled  the  milk  to  our  car.   Thankfully  by  then  Love  &  Phil  woke  up  so  now  we  could  go.  As  my  two  siblings  got   dressed  for  our  little  outing,  my  mom  returned  to  the  kitchen  where  I  was  tasked   with  the  tidying  up.  She  took  this  opportunity  to  point  out  to  me  a  few  important   points:       “I  know  you  are  angry.  I  know  you  were  trying  to  help  me  find  friends.  I  have  many   friends,  and  I  am  happy.  But  there  is  a  time  for  everything.  And  right  now,  we  need  to   help  those  children  who  do  not  have  milk.  If  Jesus  lived  in  SPUM  right  now,  He  would   do  the  same.  And  since  we  are  His  children,  we  need  to  act  like  Him.  Sitting  around  and   eating  green  mango  may  be  fun,  but  that  will  not  bring  food  to  those  children  who  are   hungry  today.  We  need  to  become  less  selfish  and  think  about  others  more.  We  have  so   many  blessings;  we  should  share.”  She  paused  for  a  few  moments  and  studied  my  face   intently  to  see  if  her  daughter  understood  what  she  was  trying  to  teach.  And  she   added,  “By  the  way,  talking  about  other  people  behind  their  backs  is  a  bad  behavior.   Jesus  would  never  do  that.  Nobody  ever  benefits  when  there  is  gossip  –  not  the  ones   being  talked  about  and  not  the  ones  talking.  This  is  very  bad.  Do  not  participate  in  this   or  sit  with  people  who  gossip.  It  makes  Jesus  cry  and  it  robs  the  gossipers  of  happiness.       That  night  during  our  project  debrief,  Mom  asked  us  kids  what  we  thought  of  our   milk  distribution  activity.  Then  she  said,  “Helping  others  and  sharing  our  blessings   with  others  is  fun.  But  it  is  much  more  satisfying  when  we  help  those  who  can  never   repay  us.  If  you  want  that  good  feeling  to  remain  in  your  hearts,  I  can  teach  you  how   but  it  is  a  secret.  You  can  share  with  Dad  when  he  gets  home  but  you  cannot  share  with   others.”  Then  she  went  on  to  explain  very  carefully  to  her  wide  eyed  children  that   good  deeds  remain  special  when  it  is  done  in  secret.  But  when  we  brag  to  others   about  the  good  deeds  we  did,  the  good  deed  stops  being  special.  Then  she  told  us  the   story  about  the  pharisee,  the  publican,  and  the  poor  widow.    Love  and  Phil  were  4   and  5  years  old  respectively,  and  I  was  7.         Grandpa  Osorio  always  reminded  me  that  Mom  was  the  only  female  who  passed  the   Philippine  Certified  Public  Accountancy  Board  Exams  in  1968.  He  used  to  tell  me   that  I  should  grow  up  and  become  smart  like  her.  And  yes,  I  agree  in  so  many  levels   that  my  mom  has  a  very  smart  mind  and  a  very  kind  heart.  There  is  nobody  else  in   this  world  that  I  can  think  of  that  fits  King  Solomon’s  description  of  the  Proverbs  31   woman  so  aptly.  Kanimambo  mamae.  Eu  Te  Amo.      Eu  sinto  muito  que  eu  sou  uma   criança  tão  difícil.       Joy  Caballero-­‐Gadia  


“I learned…so much from my mother. I always sang to my children because she sang to me. I’ve found that I’ve become my mother more and more, that I’ve been lucky to have had such a fascinating woman raise me.--Carly Simon__

My Mama: Prudencia Domingo Boncato Mama lives her advice: “be thorough and put your heart (and mind) into everything you do.” (I observed that Mama was busy all the time - cleaning, cooking, mending, sewing, crocheting, gardening, etc.) I remember asking Mama when I was 5 or 6 years old: "Nganong sigi man lang mo'g trabaho, Mang - di ba mo kapuyon?" (Why are you always working, Ma - don't you ever get tired?) She replied: "Kalipay nako makita akong agi." (It pleases me to see what I've done.) Mama exemplifies industry and generosity of her services and resources. This picture was taken in 1965, Mindanao Mission Academy in Manticao. Mama got married when she was 16. She always wanted to go to school. She was first year high school here when this picture was taken; I was in Grade 1 (Miss Dolores Camagay was my teacher). Dahlia was 5 yrs old. Mama finished college in 1977, just 2 years before I did (1979) - we were classmates in some courses! Prusevie Bongcato-Bekalo

   

MY MOTHER’S BEST ADVICE Mothers are wise and always right. We all know this from our experience. For, we have all grown up on the wisdoms and advice of our moms. Some of these advices, rather lessons remain with us forever and keep guiding us. Here are some selected advices and quotes given to people by their mothers. Most of these advices are extremely practical and universal in nature. Besides these sayings have been carried forward generation after generations from time immemorial.


»  Before you do anything life-changing, call me! Halle Berry, actress. Mother: Judy Berry » The source of my mother's love and strength is evident in the advice she gives me every time I leave. A kiss on the cheek, a hug and a reminder to keep God first. I, in turn, share the same advice with my 6-year-old daughter. Eric Benet, singer. Mother: Joyce Jordan » The best advice my mother ever gave to me was: 'Strivers achieve what dreamers believe. If you put your mind to it, you can do it. Be careful what you wish for because you might get it. And, listen to me, I've been through it already.' Usher, singer. Mother: Jonnetta Patton » To put God first in everything that I do and to don't worry about boys until I finish my education. She told me not to worry because she is always by my side. Charlkesha, 11, Bahamas » When I was young, my mother always used to quote to me First Corinthians 15:33 which, paraphrased, says bad associations spoil youthful habits. As I came to understand, what my mom was telling me was to be careful who you let into your life. That one piece of advice has saved me countless heartaches, and I've never forgotten it to this day. Gerald Levert, singer: Mother: Martha L. Levert » Never go with a stranger even if they tell the best lie, like for example "Your mom told me to pick you up." My mom gave me a secret code to ask people. If they know it, I can go with them because my mom gave them the secret code and they're not lying! Nina, 12, California » My mom once told me to always believe in yourself. Even if your chances are slim, or everyone else doesn't believe in that, people will look up to you because you're sticking to what you believe in, and they will admire that in you. That was the best advise I ever got from my mom. Lorin, 12, Pennsylvania » Be happy. For we have only one life and that too is very short. Jyoti, Surat » The best advice my mother ever gave me is "Don't let other people make the choices for you and don't let no one push you around." Gabriela, 11, Canada » My mom is always telling me to be independent and follow my dreams and I will live a good, happy life. Chris, 12, Alabama » When I was young and dating men, my mom always told me to watch how my boyfriends treated their mothers. She said they would treat me the same way. I found this to be so true. I have a husband who thought the world of his mom and shows that same love to me. It's the best advice my mom ever gave me. Mary Bentrup Internet


Inspirational Thoughts A Mother's Love Her love is like an island in life's ocean, vast and wide A peaceful, quiet shelter From the wind, the rain, the tide. ’Tis bound on the north by Hope, By Patience on the West, By tender Counsel on the South And on the East by Rest. Above it like a beacon light Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer; And thro' the changing scenes of life I find a haven there. Author Unknown

A Mother's Touch Sign In Register Now! Memories are a treasured secret; sometimes we bury these memories in the back of our minds and one day something will remind us to look back and appreciate all that our mother has done for us.

"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take." -- Cardinal Mermillod There is a place in everyone's heart that will always remember "Mom"...the touch of a gentle hand that is placed on our foreheads when we are running a fever, a kleenex


swiped across our tiny noses when we have a cold, a hand that reaches out to us when we cross the street. Memories are a treasured secret; sometimes we bury these memories in the back of our minds and one day something will remind us to look back and appreciate all that our mother has done for us. As a nurse- I have witnessed many of my Alzheimer residents searching for "mom"... forgetting that their mother has passed away years ago. There is something in all of us, that no matter how far our mothers may be; no matter how old we may become- we still need our mother's touch. I have often sat next to a scared resident and allowed them to talk about their fears until they have drifted off to sleep. I've kissed a forehead, I have walked hand in hand down the hallway to show them their room when they have lost their way. In a way, I have become the mother of a child. I have wiped runny noses, I have put on many socks and tied shoes. I have done something as simple as put on a band-aid and I see the gleam of someone's eyes as if to remember when mom use to cure all boo-boo's. As I am passing my medications, taking doctor's orders, assessing someone who has fallen on the floor- I have heard people pass by and say "Thank goodness I don't have that job..." I would be lying if I told you that nursing was an easy job. Even when I leave work and come home- I am still a nurse. There is not a day that goes by, that something doesn't remind me of caregiving. A mother's heart is golden. She gives birth to us, she feeds us, bathes us, teaches us, disciplines us, and most of all- loves us. I know that my mom had her hands full with five children. She made sure we had our homework done, took us to the library to allow us to explore the world of reading and to gain knowledge, made sure we had a nice warm house with plenty of food. I couldn't have asked for better parents than my mom and dad. We were never spoiled; we did chores every day, we worked hard for our allowance. We had movie nights, we caught fireflies outside on a summers night. When I look back on my childhood, I remember making a kite with my mom and going out in the field when the wind was strong and watching the kite go way up in the sky. It kind of reminds me of how it is when a mother lets a child go; which ever way the wind blows, mom has to allow her children to take off in life. She still has the kite string to pull us back if the wind current gets too strong, and yet we are free to fly as high as we can in life. Someday, when my mom is much older and needs me, I want to be there for her as much as she was there for me. One day, when I have children of my own, I hope that my hands are gentle and as caring as my own mother's touch. "Please take care of my mother. Although she may not remember me, she still is the most important woman in my life." This is what one of my residents daughters told me. Although I may only seem like the one that gives out the medications and makes sure she is safe, the resident's family believes that my hands may be the second most important thing beyond a mother's touch. Those are pretty big shoes to fill, but I'd like to think that maybe I can make a little bit of a difference. jaelpn Published Jan 22, '11 Internet


On a Lighter Note

“I want my children to have the things I could not afford. Then I want to move in with them.” Phyllis Diller A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a Cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?' 'Yes,' was his incredulous reply. She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.

“Being a full-time mother is one of the highest jobs…since the payment is pure love.” Mildred B. Vermont Dermot McCann forgot his lines in a Sunday school play. Luckily his is mother was in the front row especially to prompt him. She gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it did not help. Dermot's memory was completely blank. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered the cue, 'I am the light of the world.' Dermot beamed and with great feeling and a loud clear voice announced, 'My mother is the light of the world.'


After putting her children to bed, Jacqui changes into her old jeans and a worn out blouse and proceeds to wash her hair. As she hears the children getting more and more noisy in their bedroom, her tolerance grows thin. At last Jacqui wraps a towel around her wet head and storms into their room, putting them back to bed and giving them severe warnings. While leaving the room, she overhears her threeyear-old say in a shaky voice, 'Who was "that"?'

“A woman who can cope with the terrible twos can cope with anything.” Judith Clabes Sara, a little girl, is sitting and watching her mother wash the dishes at the kitchen sink. At once she notices that her mother has several wisps of white hair sticking out in contrast to the rest of her brunette hair. Sara looks at her mother and inquisitively asks, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mum?' Her mother answers, 'Well Sara, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white. Sara thinks about this revelation for a while and then inquires, Mummy, why is it then that all of grandma's hairs are white?'

“If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” – Milton Berle Turning The Knife

While assembling furniture, Liz asked her friend's six-year-old son, Ricky, to bring her a screwdriver. 'Do you want a 'Daddy' screwdriver or a 'Mummy' screwdriver?' Ricky politely inquired. Confused by the question, Liz responded with, 'Bring me a 'Mummy' screwdriver.' Ricky returned and handed her a butter knife.

A couple was going out for the evening. The last thing they did was to put the cat out. The taxi arrived, and as the couple walked out of the house, the cat shoots back in. So the husband goes back inside to chase it out. The wife, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explained to the taxi driver "He's just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother." A few minutes later, the husband got into the taxi and said, "Sorry I took so long, the stupid thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!" the holidayspot.com

“My mom says I’m her sugarplum, My mom says I’m her lamb. My mom says I’m completely perfect Just the way I am.” --Judith Viorst—


“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merrygo-round will wave at his parents every time around—and why his parents will always wave back.” – William D. Tammeus Wisdom From Kids About Moms Answers given by elementary school age children to the following questions: Why did God make mothers?

1. She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is. 2. Mostly to clean the house. 3. To help us out of there when we were getting born. How did God make mothers?

 

1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us. 2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring. 3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?

1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean. 2. They had to get their start from men’s bones. They mostly use string, I think. Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?

 

1. We’re  related   2. God  knew  she  likes  me  a  lot  more  than  other  people’s  moms  like  me.  

What kind of little girls was your Mom?

1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff. 2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.

 


What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?

1. His last name 2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? 3. Does me make at least $800 a year? Did he say No to drugs and YES to chores?

  Why did your Mom marry your dad?

1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot. 2. She got too old to do anything else with him. 3. My grandma says that Mom didn’t have her thinking cap on. Who’s the boss at your house?

1. Mom doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s a goof ball. 2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed. 3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad. What’s the difference between moms and dads?

1. Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just go to work at work. 2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them. 3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power ‘cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend’s. 4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine. What does your Mom do in her spare time?

1. Mothers don’t do spare time. 2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long. What would it take to make your Mom perfect? 1. On the inside she’s already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery. 2. Diet. You know, her hair. I’d diet, maybe blue. If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?

1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I’d get rid of that. 2. I’d make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me. 3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back. From: blossomingbeauti


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“Before becoming a mother, I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.” – Kate Samperi--

Condolence Triposa Cabardo Rivera Anino, younger sister of the late Mrs. Villanueva Diaz, passed away last Friday. She is survived by three of her children--Elvin, Jetri Dick and Feraylene. Sent by Polbert Diaz Condolence to the bereaved families of the Cabardos, Riveras, and Aninos for the passing of a beloved mother and family member. I may not know her well but I'm sure she was well-loved by her family. Her death will certainly leave a void that will be hard to fill even with the passing of time. May God comfort the sorrowing family. Jess and Nancy Colegado


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Acknowledgement Thank you to the following who contributed to this weekâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Cyberflashes: Myla Canlao, Jess & Nancy Colegado, Polbert Diaz and Rollie Donato.

Special thanks to the following who shared their thoughts and memories of their mother: Raylene Rodrigo-Baumgart, Prusevie Bongcato-Bekalo, Joy Caballero-Gadia, Laurence Gayao, and Beth Samillano-Stiles. Edited and coordinated by Lyn Tabingo. Next week's Cyberflashes will be edited by Joy Caballero Gadia. Please direct all entries and contributions to her or to any of the editorial staff.

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Closing Thoughts “Motherhood is forever.” Cokie Roberts “Live so that when your children think of fairness and integrity, they think of you.” H. Jackson Brown “Listen, my son, to your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching. They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.” Proverbs 1:8-9

Happy Sabbath  


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Cyberflashes, May 9, 2014

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