When I used to think of balloons, I would remember a picture of my 3rd birthday. In that picture I was holding lots of flying balloons (they were with helium). I would remember the song “Ako ay May Lobo”. I would remember the times when my mother would come home with balloons for me and my younger brother. At age 10, I think it’s still one of the best toys I ever played.
Now if I think about balloons, I would more likely picture in my mind an event for my baby Zachary. I see in my vision Zachary’s first birthday with lots of balloons; I see myself buying one for no reason at all but to play with Zachary. I think of how my son could enjoy an ordinary balloon.
When I used to think of books, I used to plan on how I can collect classic novels like ‘Wuthering Heights’ and intellectually written non-fiction like ‘Outliers’. I used to stay in Powerbooks and Fully Booked to scan different covers of War and Peace and Pride and Prejudice.
Now if I think of books, I think of good story materials I can read aloud to Zachary like ‘The Foot Book’. I think of the top 100 children’s literature of all time including ‘The Giving Tree’ and ‘Tikki Tikki Tembo’. I think of young adult fiction series he might like to read when he grows up. I look forward to discussing with him ‘The Giver by Lois Lowry’ which I haven’t even read up to now. I anticipate him speaking and reading over and over ‘The Cat in the Hat’.
When I used to think of my parents, I used to think of how they raised me. I remember how I grew up fearing them when I did something wrong. I remember the happiness they show when they found out I would graduate with honors in elementary. I remember their sadness when I was eliminated in the honor roll in high school. I remember their pride when they sent me to the best university in the Philippines.
Now if I think of Mama and Papa, I think of myself – of how I can be a great mother to Zachary, of how I, together with my husband can raise and train him up in the way he should go so that when he is old, he will never depart from it. When I look at Zachary, I see a new generation of godly people. I see a remnant, a generation of leaders. When I gaze at Zachary, I see God’s goodness from way back up to now. My past is connected to Zachary. And I think that’s awesome!
I used to care more about me. But God changed me so that I can be better in nurturing the remnant he is giving me. I still think about me and the God I believe in and His plans for me. But I think more about Zachary, and the future we have with him, the future God has for us. But as of now, we rejoice in the present.
Now if I think about balloons, I would more likely picture in my mind an event for my baby Zachary. I see in my vision Zachary’s first birthday with lots of balloons; I see myself buying one for no reason at all but to play with Zachary. I think of how my son could enjoy an ordinary balloon.
When I used to think of books, I used to plan on how I can collect classic novels like ‘Wuthering Heights’ and intellectually written non-fiction like ‘Outliers’. I used to stay in Powerbooks and Fully Booked to scan different covers of War and Peace and Pride and Prejudice.
Now if I think of books, I think of good story materials I can read aloud to Zachary like ‘The Foot Book’. I think of the top 100 children’s literature of all time including ‘The Giving Tree’ and ‘Tikki Tikki Tembo’. I think of young adult fiction series he might like to read when he grows up. I look forward to discussing with him ‘The Giver by Lois Lowry’ which I haven’t even read up to now. I anticipate him speaking and reading over and over ‘The Cat in the Hat’.
When I used to think of my parents, I used to think of how they raised me. I remember how I grew up fearing them when I did something wrong. I remember the happiness they show when they found out I would graduate with honors in elementary. I remember their sadness when I was eliminated in the honor roll in high school. I remember their pride when they sent me to the best university in the Philippines.
Now if I think of Mama and Papa, I think of myself – of how I can be a great mother to Zachary, of how I, together with my husband can raise and train him up in the way he should go so that when he is old, he will never depart from it. When I look at Zachary, I see a new generation of godly people. I see a remnant, a generation of leaders. When I gaze at Zachary, I see God’s goodness from way back up to now. My past is connected to Zachary. And I think that’s awesome!
I used to care more about me. But God changed me so that I can be better in nurturing the remnant he is giving me. I still think about me and the God I believe in and His plans for me. But I think more about Zachary, and the future we have with him, the future God has for us. But as of now, we rejoice in the present.