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‘fruits of her labor

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Fruits of Her Labor

what would you feel if one day your sixth grade daughter will tell you that she was told by their school administrator to write a poem to be submitted as an entry to a national search for young writers? and that it must be written inside the school campus? and that there are only six of them, one in each section (sixth grade)? of course, you would feel very happy…and proud, wouldn’t you?

i felt the same when that happened to me weeks ago. imagine, your youngest daughter in a national competition! i would not feel as great if it is only for the school. i am used to it. my daughter, nikka (nelly karen viktoria), has been a consistent first honor student since she was in the prep until the fifth grade, and hopefully, another one this year. she has lots of medals in extra-curricular fields, too.

the next day after she told me these, i went to immanuel school of davao, the school where she is in and saw this poster in the school’s bulletin board:

the MECHANICS:

again, what would you feel if your daughter will tell you that she won second place in a national search for young writers? of course, you would feel happier…and more proud, wouldn’t you?

you guess it right; i felt the same way, too, when she told me so. it is not easy to be chosen from thousands of entries coming from different schools both from public and private nationwide. her entry must be that good at her level!

on the 24th day of last month (october), she surprised us all: my wife, nelly, my daughters gladys and kringkring, and my son, junjun. she brought home from school a box bearing her name and her school’s containing what i called ‘fruits of her labor’. inside the box were assorted books and dictionaries, an expensive digital clock, a beautiful school bag, and a cash gift of three thousand pesos. my heart swelled! and that night, gifts to her came in: an expensive wristwatch from my married eldest daughter, carmeli, who worked as a supervising engineer for ‘pinnacle holdings’ ,owner of ‘nccc chain of supermarts’, cakes from hannah, a long-time friend of my son and from her ‘kuya’ junjun, a beautiful necklace. great, aren’t they?

the ‘fruits of her labor’ inside the box are priceless, no doubt about it – they are not bought, nor solicited but prizes. what made me feel the proudest father in the world though did not came from that box . it was in another thin box. it was given to her in an unscheduled ceremony in her school by the search sponsor’s representative. this was it:

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the winning entry (of course, superimposed on a beautiful picture later by the proud father):


the search for young creative writers was sponsored by:

TO YOU MY SON

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This one was written when I was 26 and still a bachelor in the interiors of Cadunan in Mabini, Davao del Norte then (now Comval Province). My father, Teofilo (RIP), used to have a farm there, alongside Totong Awoman’s. I pictured myself speaking words of wisdom to a handsome son.

Five years later, I got married to Nelly Decena of Sasa, Davao City and was blessed later with five beautiful children– four pretty girls and only one handsome boy. If I knew beforehand that this would be, I should have entitled this “TO YOU MY SONS


TO YOU, MY SON

by doroastig

you can fruitfully live a life, son
it is not hard tho’ at first it seems
all you have to do is to follow the PLAN
to get for yourself the IMMORTAL GEMS

you must make yourself firm and strong
stick to what the gray-headed folks said
on all your ways you’ll never get wrong
as you search for the treasure TIME laid

all have tried but failed to find
for they search for it in far-away lands
nowhere can be found is the treasure sign
for it is just inside our hearts, my son

faithfully till your heart’s fertile farms
sow on it only righteous and aged seeds
care for them with soily but unstained arms
they will yield fruits more than your needs

don’t let droughts loosen your faith
nor scanty harvests diminish your hope
stay firm and strong– do not quit
do not let your broad shoulders droop

listen to the songs sung by your folks
observe the skillful dances they do
they are life’s crystal-clear brooks
reflecting images so clear and so true

boast not you can break a bar of steel
tho’ it’s true only youthful shoulders can
but in the face of life’s spinning wheel
mightier is the gray head of an old man

boast not you can tame a bull so wild
yes, only strong arms can break its horns apart
but in the minds whose thoughts are not of a child
stronger is he who can tame his own heart

fear not the thorny stick TIME sometimes whip
just be yourself, leave its wounds as they bleed
bear with the pain tho’ within your spirit they creep
to endure with it, strong faith is all you need

fear not the violence of life’s deceitful wars
fight back for the right, be strong, be brave
fight unto mortal death tho’ you be filled with scars
REAL LIFE emanates from a RIGHTEOUS MAN’S GRAVE !


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THE SON…THE FATHER…ME

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THE SON…THE FATHER…ME

SOMETIME IN THE MID 60’s…on the hilly side of a remote barrio Bongabong, in Pantukan, Davao…around 5:00 a.m…

“This is radio station DXAW now signing on. This station is owned and operated by Auto Broadcasting System (now ABS-CBN) and transmitting at 640 kilocycles…” the Avegon transistor radio blared in the early summer morning.

A door of a small house has opened. The father, Teofilo (RIP), has sharpened his grasshawk while his carabao has just started to nibble the young kumpay grass. The smell of burning kerosene from the “abohan“(cooking place) suggested that the mother, Isidora (RIP), had risen too. The son, about twelve, was unaware of what was going on. He was still in his deep sleep.

As expected, “Pagmata na! (wake up)”, the father said.

The son hesitantly obeyed. After he rubbed his face with his bare hands, he headed towards the small, wood framed mirror to comb his long hair, Beatles style. The father’s Tugaris wristwatch displayed 5:10 a.m. He then tuned the radio to DXMM to listen to his favorite songs. “Constantly” by Cliff Richard. “There’s Always Me” by Elvis, but most of all, to the Beatles. He has seen them on Song Cavalcade, a songbook called songhits. To him, they were the best. The father’s advise not to sport long hair was ignored. His big but flat nose did not match to his hair, unlike the real Beatles’.

The father though, did not fail to instill to the son’s mind the rewards of hard work. Of perseverance. Of self-reliance. Of trustworthiness. Of diligence. And many more. He did these not just by words but also by acts. He was a man of few words. He showed strong character not only during plentiful harvests but also on scarce seasons.

And yes, the importance of education. In one occasion, the son joked about the father’s ability to write clearly. It was election time. Marcos/Lopez vs. Macapagal/Pelaez. The father practiced what he would write in the ballot. The “c” in Marcos was not bent well. The “L” in Lopez looked like a “B”. The son called him Marios Bopez. The father just laughed and said, “Do not follow me. Study hard until you finish. I am here to support.”

PRESENT TIME…in the city… The wall clock displays 5:10 a.m.

The telephone rings. The father answers. It is an early call from Mila Cabiliza, the procurement officer from Tagum City-based DANECO, an electric cooperative supplying electricity to three provinces and two cities. She asks if their ordered goods are ready for pick up. DANECO has been his regular client for years.

The father have already packed them up the night before. It took him only four days to fabricate the goods. His shop is neat and tidy. The tools are in their proper places.

The twenty five-year old son, Junjun, is still sleeping. the father does not want to wake him up. He knows his son is working overtime for his programs. The father’s dreams for him are now a reality. The son finished his studies and is now working for a foreign company. Home-based, through the internet. In fact, he now operates and maintain a website he himself created.

Did the father effectively instill to his sons mind the rewards of hard work? Of perseverance? Of self-reliance? Of trustworthiness? Did he show it not only in words but also in deeds? Did he displayed a strong character to his son?

Maybe yes. The son followed what the father wants him to. He never had any tattoos– no body piercing in any manner. He does not smoke. He sticks to only one girl for almost five years. He works diligently.

A good son? Sure!

A good father? Maybe.

ARE THERE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THE TWO SETTINGS?

Obviously. Both have fathers. Both have sons. The fathers wake up earlier than the sons. They both taught their sons moral values not just by words but by deeds as well. They showed to their sons strength in character.

Why are they similar? It is but natural, an age-old fact. What a father teaches to his son will also be taught by the same son to his own. The son in the early 60’s and the father at present time is one and the same– and that is me. I have been raised by my father with moral values, so I have to, too, to my son.

My only regret is that my father’s dreams for me did not all come true. While my son finished his studies, I have not!

Still, I am a happy and fulfilled father to my son!

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THE GIFT

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THE GIFT

I started this blog (11mar08) with thoughts that my first grandson would see the first light of this wonderful world on that day. I asked myself what would be my gift to him, a bank account? I could not, considering the present situation. I have still three students to support. A college education plan? Still i could not. Maybe a toy car… a toy airplane…a toy gun…these i surely could.

Toys? These are temporal in nature – they will wear away with time. Yes, they can give him joy but while he is still young. Have you seen a 15-year old still playing with his toy car? with his toy gun? with his toy airplane? Very rare. I don’t want him to be one of them, i promise.

What can I give to him that will last for along time- maybe a lifetime? A gift that he will cherish even after I fade away from this world? I’m not a San Miguel stockholder, nor in PLDT. Neither I’m a Cojuangco.

Maybe I will teach him karate but what is it for? For fame? For fighting which i don’t want him to? I myself know karate but not a single instance i have used it except in tournaments. As i am a peace-loving man, I want him to be so, too. Ahh, peace-loving.

Now i know. i am now sure what will be my gift to him. LOVE ! Yes, love. This will be my gift for him- a special one.Because he himself is a special gift to me, I will be giving him love, love and love. Am i over-acting ? Maybe. Call me what you want.

I will be giving love to him everyday because in love nothing is impossible, isn’t it? Love will teach him everything, from A to Zs in life. It is the basis of success. I want him to be successful, and who is not to his grandson?

Just now : (8:35am/12Mar’08) I received a call from my wife, Nelly, that he is now borne! THANK YOU LORD! ! ! YOU have just given me my first grandson! I promise i will give him happiness as YOU gave me mine.

His name will be LORENZO “Enzo” IMMANUEL ROSALES PEPITO. Remember this name. He will be successful in all his fields of endeavor. His father, my manugang, Joniel and his mother, my daughter, Carmeli, will be proud of him. And surely I and my wife, Nelly, my only son Junjun, my daughters Gladys, Kringkring and Nikka will be proud of him, too.

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