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€?A mother is she who can take the place of all others, but whose place no one else can take.â€? 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€œThere are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.â€? â€“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€œThanks 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.
... 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.
... 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€™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€œTrain 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)
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)
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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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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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