Life in a Mirror: A Woman's Labor

Choices

When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)

When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)

When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)

And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)

And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)

My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.

Nov 8, 2007

A Woman's Labor

“What are you doing, Hon?” asks her husband one late evening.

“I’m ironing your clothes for the week, Darling.” was her warm reply.

“What are you doing, Mom?” the kids ask during a lazy rainy afternoon.

“I’m mending your uniforms, Dear.” she says with a loving look upon her children’s face.

The following day, her friends dropped by and saw she was busy in the kitchen, they asked, “What are you doing in there?”

She answered with a smile of fondness upon her lips, “I’m baking a cake for you and cookies for your kids.”

That same afternoon, a neighbor passed by her garden and saw she was tilling the soil, he asked, “What are you doing out here?”

Full of compassion she said, “I’m growing these vegetables for the neighborhood. You can have some for dinner if you want. Here, you can take these eggplants for your family.”

This is her… a Woman who labors not for herself but for others. She does things with much love in her heart, even if it means giving all of herself and leaving none for her happiness.

For a Woman knows, it is in giving that she receives more.

1 comment:

PlanetMars said...: bruha!sana ung mas magandang picture ang kinuha mo.hahaha.Anyway, i miss reading your posts, nagholiday nga at nagholiday ka din.=).take care always; Thursday, November 08, 2007