It’s not easy being a father. And more so being a Filipino father. Yesterday,
or should I say last Sunday, was a typical example.
Hoping that Zach was aware of his church attire, we went to church for his
altar serving. But when he put on his cassock, I found out that what he was
wearing was inappropriate. I was furiously mad. To me that was a waste of time
and gas. We came to church for nothing. The situation aggravated the following
day when we found out that he got a C in Math and an F in Social Studies. The
afternoon was not easy for him when he got home. Jaz and I simply confronted him
and reminded him of his responsibility and “job” as a student. To which he was
in denial and combative.
It is frustrating sometimes because you are expecting that everything is fine
and yet you are blindsided with bad news. Much as you would like to be calm and
reasonable, yet sometimes emotion, I mean bad emotion, takes over. You will only
regret afterwards.
Today though was different. After a heart to heart talk and pleading, it
seemed Zach realized that we are serious about his studies. I think I was able
to say that “if before we are OK with B, now we want you to get all A’s.”
Reflecting about this scenario, I guess it is better to set the bar of
expectation to the highest level than by just asking for B’s.
To me academics are still the priorities. Games, clubs and piano are for kids
skills development. At the end of the day, good grades, great school and stable
job are the ones that can lead him to a good life. A life far from what we have
gone through.
Good grades equals good life. Nothing can beat that.
We are always fascinated by life's immanent power. There is always magic everyday the sun shines. However, we are too busy noticing those. We are so preoccupied on how to make a living that we fail to recognize what makes life. Fortunately we are blessed to have Zachary, Xandrei and recently Ylize (10.26.12). They showed us the philosophy of diapers, the power of similac, the intricacies of wipes and the uselessness of the pacifier.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
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