Today, we celebrate Bogs’ 7th birthday and we had our dinner together with Tita Bambi and Kevin. My son wanted a simple dinner and guess what he wanted to have? Well, his favourites, spaghetti, fried chicken and cake! So since it was very easy to make, I made him his favourites and boy was he so happy and could not wait to blow the candles on his cake.
So by 8 pm we all went down and had dinner together. It was nice to eat simple meals with the family and to celebrate Bogs’ birthday without ever having to go broke. In the past, we had always prepared something for Kuya Bogs’ birthday. We would cook some food for a small party in his nursery school, and then have another celebration at home. So that meant a few hundred dollars to spend. We do not mind actually since Bogs is happy, but now that we have to be practical and save, a birthday party is no longer necessary, though I would love to give him one… maybe in the next few years… when we have enough to spend.
So anyway, we all shared the food in the table, ate the cake and had some conversations and since it was a school day the following day, we went back to our suite very full and happy with our birthday dinner. Here’s a snap of Kuya Bogs blowing the candles on the cake!
Happy 7th Birthday Kuya Bogs! Daddy, Mommy and Job love you very much!
The adolescent years are the most vulnerable and crucial years of a human being. It is where parents are needed the most as young teens decide on what to take in college, or get a job after graduating from high school, or when they are torn between deciding on certain aspects of life. The adolescent years are the years when emotions are in a roller coaster ride. These are the years that we parents are really needed the most.
One of my co-workers had to give up some hours of work as she has seen the changes in her family’s routines with her working full time. Her teenager she said lost somebody he can talk to and that her youngest was also feeling the same thing. She knew her teenager was on the verge of breaking down, so she made the decision to cut short her working hours for her family’s sake. They were falling apart, especially her adolescent. She is just lucky that her son is not into something bad and that they don’t need to go see a specialist for detox for opiate addiction. But still her teenager fell, and unfortunately, overdosed himself with several pain killers. My co-worker was devastated and when they were out of danger, she made sure she was there for her sons.
I don’t want that to happen to me, to my sons as well. That’s why when I get angry at them, especially with my eldest, I feel so guilty, I don’t want them to feel that I don’t love them when I am angry. I make sure that I talk to them that what they have done is not good and wrong. It is not easy to raise kids, but if we train them in the way they should go, when they are old, they will not depart from it. I know I have a long way to go, my boys are still 7 and 2 and a half, but when I think of their future and the days ahead of them, when I think of them going into the adolescent years, it gives me the creeps, it makes me anxious. I do not know what the future holds for them and in the society and culture that they will grow into, being there for them in those years is very vital. I am hoping and praying that my husband and I will still be able to teach and train them properly so that they will not get lost. With all these, I can only raise them up to God.
It’s not the best time of the year to get sick… and all of my three boys, that includes hubby, are sick.
First it was the little one two weeks ago before the first big storm this season, so after that, he wasn’t able to enjoy the snow and make snowman in the school grounds. He was sniffling and had a little coughing but thankfully his cough did not last long and was not very severe. Earlier this week, hubby was down again, not with fever, but with high blood pressure. His BP went up and he had to go to the hospital to be checked. The tests done on him all came back negative and so all my worries were erased (for the meantime). Then mid-week, the school boy started coughing and by the time he got home from after-school, he was coughing badly.
Now the school boy just looks so tired and barks (cough) like every minute! My poor baby! I am just thankful that it’s already their winter break and classes won’t start till January 6 next year, the school boy has enough time to rest and so does hubby. Hubby though is just a little worried because his company will have a two-week shut down for the holidays, so that means no pay for him except for the holidays.
I just hope that my boys will be fine before Christmas and New Year so that we can have fun this Christmas and the holidays. Get well soon my boys!