How are you now my son? It’s been almost two weeks since we last talked, and over two months since we were last together…
I wonder how you are doing now. I can easily pick up the phone and dial your number. But the last time, our talk was not very pleasant. You insisted you were right and I was wrong, but I believed I was correct and you were mistaken. You stubbornly stuck to your convictions, I firmly clung to mine.
It saddens me - you don’t seem to believe me anymore. Was there not a time when you were a kid - that my word was your law and my hand was your way? I taught you not just the ABC’s and numbers. I also showed you the heavenly bodies, the flora and fauna, the arts and music. And if there were things I could not impart on you due to my limited specialization - I sought amends by enrolling you in special classes. Summer computer training, drawing, painting, guitar lessons - anything that would add to your learning - I made sure you were able to attain.
But look at you now. Your wings have sprouted and spread. You don’t only challenge my opinion, you also seem to enjoy clashing with my views. Yet you are no longer the minor over whom I can claim authority. You are now a young adult with a life of your own and a dream to hold on.
I marvel over the fact that you are smart and intelligent. But I rejoice even more that you are smarter and more intelligent than me and your dad. There is no competition there, my son. Parents are always proud and happy that their offsprings can do better.
Oh, I can ride on with your music - the so called alternative rock/pop or whatever - Bob Marley, Sarah MacLalahn, Imago, even Budoy, Pink Floyd and of course your own Blazing Bulalakaws. Rock is your passion, so is technology. Sometimes though - I have this fear you are overworking your passions. But when I remind you about this, you quip irritatedly and say - ‘you don’t understand, mama!’
What is it that I don’t understand, son? You are an artist, and it is not easy dealing with one, I know. Yet, I am your mother and there is nothing that a mother’s heart cannot comprehend.
I am not perfect a mom though, you and I know that. Still, I am trying hard to be a mom to you… won’t you also try your best to be a son to your mom?
Please come home, my son. Come home to your mother’s arms.
[…] 2) I have learned more things about my children. My eldest son had a blog two years back and I would read it to know what was inside his ‘rockish’ mind. My daughter also maintained a blog and it helped me discover his adolescent concerns that she found awkward to share with me. […]
it is unbelievably difficult for parents to understand their children’s music. first few times i pumped in alternative rock in the house while cleaning, my mom threw a fit. but now she’s used to it, and i appreciate that she respects my music.
It takes two to tango; and I am sure sooner or later your son will understand your sentiments Tita … I used to clash with Mommy too but then we talked it out and now, we’re doing good.
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Rhoda. That call touched my heart. How stubborn he is, how firm in his perception of being right. He is still too self-absorbed maybe .. blame it on his youth. He will come around. Just go on being cool and assuring him of your love and support.
I think incidentally this will be a good topic for bringing up mom?! Planting that seed of an idea!
I have to agree with Anna on that, Rhodora. Your son’s still young and you should be patient and give him time to realize things.
Don’t worry, all us sons do. =)
i was browsing through HB00’s blog when i saw yours. — it went straight right at me.
i often ask myself if i had done enough, or if i did it right. but at the end of the day, all i can do is just to be there in case he needs me. and from one mom to another, mothers always have a special place in a son’s heart.
Anna, sana nga, he’ll come around and soon! He’s not getting any younger.
HB, that’s exactly what I am doing now - being patient and waiting for the time he realizes things.
Thank you, HB!
Certifiednut, thank you for coming over to my blog.
Yes, I believe you. Mothers will always have a special place in a son’s heart. When they are in trouble, it’s mama they call at once…
Rhoda, I’m crying. I can feel your pain. I don’t know if I can go through that phase. I just hope everything would be alright. Be strong, friend.
(((hugs))) to you…
“Yet, I am your mother and there is nothing that a mother’s heart cannot comprehend.”
Julie.. thank you..
Indeed, moms must speak a universal language - not through words but through connection of thoughts and emotions. Again, thanks, my friend.
Kyels, you are a good daughter and I can feel your sincerity. Thank you, dear!
haay I don’t know what to say. I can just feel your pain but after you have done all you could, at least he should know that you still love him. *hugs* I hope you can text me if you’re around in Manila.
Oh man! This reminds me I have to call my father!
I hope your son will remember to come home.