Keeping The Gloves On

I Feel The Ground

Mrs. Blue

Mr. Red


Wisdom’s tool

To be honest, I hated making mistakes when I was younger. It made me feel stupid, embarrassed and often times frustrated. After years of blaming hormonal changes, people around me, my shortcomings and my lack of perception in a given situation. I simply accepted that I do make mistakes.  The best thing though is I learned from most of them.  It was just too late to rectify the others.   The outcome nevertheless from those experiences is a better perception and discernment of things. Accepting that making mistakes is a part of life and that it can be harnessed as a learning tool made me a happier person.  I am no longer paranoid or deceptive in my decisions. As I started to improve my decision-making skills and got better at it, I now have a sort of sixth-sense that warns me when I know I might be making a bad decision or turning a bad situation into something worse.  It’s like a tingling sensation when Spiderman gets if something bad is about to hit him.

I am a semi seasoned-veteran of war of battling my way in life. Like any soldier, I have learned that bombs can either maim or kill altogether, and that exposing myself out in the open will get me hit by a sniper.  Also, leaving my navigation tools will definitely get me into a lot of trouble. Like Snake in the game Metal Gear Solid, I am learning stealth techniques, skills in combat, and I’m sticking to my mission of finishing this game. In real life, I am equipping myself with hope, joy, faith and the greatest of all Love.

Finally at the very end I can say :

 "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."  (2 Tim 4:7)



Erasing Mistakes

The other day, I was helping Little Miss Pink with her homework.  Only after she answers it first do I give her my inputs and let her do the necessary corrections.  It so happened that this time, she made a few mistakes and I taught her how to correct it.  Since she’s only in kindergarten and using pencils, it’s easy for her to erase her answers and write the necessary corrections. 

On this occasion, she wrote hard on the paper using her Number 2 pencil and was erasing away such that the paper was starting to thin.  Before rubbing a hole, she stopped, satisfied that all remnants of the previous answer were gone and started to write the correct answer.

This reminds me of life and how often we make mistakes both small and great.  Some mistakes we can easily rectify or at least minimize the damage it may cause us or others, but some are just too damaging that there are some of us walking wounded as we go through our daily routine.

Yes, we live with the consequences of our bad decisions and actions, but we do not have to walk in defeat with head bowed down and hands in our pockets.  The way I see it, accept your failures for what they are, try to make amends where necessary, and then move on.

I remember Christian and Hopeful in John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress when they were crossing the River of Death:

"They then addressed themselves to the water; and entering, CHRISTIAN began to sink. And crying out to his good friend, HOPEFUL, he said, ‘I sink in deep waters, the billows go over my head; all his waves go over me.’"

"Then said the other, ‘Be of good cheer, my brother; I feel the bottom, and it is good.’"


March 17, 2011 Posted by | Family, Little Miss Pink, Mr. Red, Mrs. Blue | , | Leave a comment

Love Thy Parents

Mrs. Blue


When I was younger I hated it when my father never seemed to have the time to spend with me.  My dad was the culprit whenever he made excuses of not making it on my birthday, my presentations at school and even my graduation.  I hated that I missed him on regular days; it was worse when he wasn’t there on occasions that I needed him.  He broke my heart again and again.

Now that I am a parent going through the same motions my father went through during his corporate years, I am anxious of my managed time I spend with my children.  I am so tired that I barely have enough quality time to play with Ms. Pink. I spend as much time with her on regular days and make sure I share those special occasions with her. And now I understand in a way how my dad was whenever he wasn’t able to be there. The deadlines are harsh and the need to do all the work is so overwhelming at times.  I am appealing to the children right now regardless of whether they’re six or thirty six and bitterly missing a parent.  Try not to hate your parent. There is no justifiable reason for them not to be there and yes not even their work should ever be an excuse.  But I’ll tell you a secret that I wish I knew when I was crying and hating my dad.  Your Mom or Dad is trying their best to work things out and hurrying up those deadlines because they want to be with you.  Every parent’s priority is keeping their children safe, healthy and happy.  Making sure you have the best education, enjoy traveling, sometimes even extra things that you demand.  All these things mean more time is spent at their jobs than with children.  It is difficult to manage things but I encourage parents that it is possible.

Now that I know better, I wish I spent the time laughing with my dad than arguing with him when he did manage to take a day off just to be with me.  To really talk with him, share and open up when he did get home and have dinner with me and my mom.  If I was given a chance to be with my dad again, I think I will just hug him tightly. Now, I miss him so much; but I don’t have the chance to tell him that I finally understand him.

To the children who still have parents. Whenever they are around, show them how much you appreciate them because they’re giving their best to make you comfortable, providing your needs and wants.  Be obedient at all times.  They only have the best intentions for you.  On moments when they are absent, always consider they are missing you and thinking about you all the time.  Whatever the circumstance, keep in touch and keep good relations with them.  Kiss your mom and dad; your hugs and kisses are our ultimate joy. And yes, no matter how old you are, we will always see you as our baby.

February 11, 2011 Posted by | Family, Mrs. Blue | , , | Leave a comment

Love Thy Partner

Mrs. Blue


Since this is a blog about partnership then I would like to start it with loving your better half. Here’s a famous sample vow: I, (name), take you, (name), to be my [opt: lawfully wedded] (husband/wife), my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.

Some of you may have used this actual vow or made your own and however it was I am sure it meant so much between the two of you at your wedding day and I hope until this day. As the years go by I am hoping that you are as excited to hurry home and spend time with your spouse and family.

Talking with my spouse is one of the joyful benefits I share in our marriage. Going through the daily grind in life, it is comforting at the end of the day to talk with my husband. The conversations range from silly babbling to serious decisions or concerns, and mostly about the funny escapades of little Ms. Pink. Whether I am excited to share some great news or releasing my stress I am secure that he is always there to listen. I tell him everything, his opinion matters so much to me; he eases out my insecurities and understands my fears. Our decisions are a process of talking things through, weighing and sharing our responsibility together.

It touches a nerve whenever I hear – “I’m still talking to my wife even when she has passed away”. I don’t even want to think that either one of us would die soon but the line resonates how much a couple feels about each other. Marriage is sharing everything, going through everything together and I think that is what God says “and the two shall become one flesh” Mark 10:8a

February 7, 2011 Posted by | Family, Married Life, Mrs. Blue, Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment

Where the heart is

Mr. Red

Going Home

When I was a child, I loved to play outdoors.  I was my parents’ only child until I was 7 years old when my brother, and later my sister, came along.  So I grew up used to playing by myself during my formative years.  That doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to play with children my age.  On the contrary, I loved to play with the neighborhood kids!  In fact, whenever I was allowed to go out and play, I’d make the most of it by staying out as late as possible.

We had maids back then and sometimes I get them into trouble.  Both my parents were out working most of the time and I was entrusted into their care.  They made sure I went to school, had a packed lunch, get home safely, take a nap, play outside, took a bath, and later in the evening get me ready for dinner.  They clothed me, bathed me and fed me.  With this kind of pampering, it was not hard to think of me as a brat.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’m the typical nerd even when I was very young; but nerds can be bratty too.  So there were times when the maids were calling me to go home and take a bath, I would hide from them by going into our neighbor’s house – often inviting myself over for dinner.

The maids often got scolded because when my parents would ask for me,I was still dirty from playing outside and haven’t taken a bath.

Well, one time, one of the maids got fed up.  One day, my parents had to go somewhere and were going to come home late.  I was overjoyed when I found out.  I planned to stay out for as long as I wanted.  Which I did.  Finally, when it was time to go home, this maid came to me and told me that playtime was over and that I needed to take a bath.  The usual routine, you know.  I didn’t listen.  She was cool about it.  She left me alone playing with the other kids and she didn’t make any fuss about it.  She simply went back inside the house and closed the door.

Needless to say I had a blast!  I played hide and seek with my friends, played tag and bragged about owning the moon (which I may cover in another post). It was getting late.  One by one all the kids started going home.  I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t notice I was the only one left outside.  I also noticed that I was very, very hungry.  Dirty, exhausted but happy, I sprinted (I miss those days when you just had a lot of energy) back to our house.

The door was closed and locked from the inside.

I knocked and called one of the maids to open the door, yelled that I was now ready to go back inside.

No response.

I knocked and knocked.  Nothing but silence.  I was starting to panic.  I knocked harder, shouted harder but to no avail.  They weren’t going to let me in.  I started to cry.  Nothing.  I cried harder.  Still nothing.  It was really getting dark and I was getting scared; I didn’t know what to do.  All the neighbors were already asleep.  So I just stayed there, in front of the door and sobbed.   It was only a few minutes, though I believe it seemed like eternity for me, when the door was unlocked and I was allowed to go back inside and get cleaned up, eat and sleep.

I learned some lessons that day, that night.

You see, no matter what we do (though there may be exceptions out there), we always want to go home, need to go home.  We need to go live in a place where we are accepted, forgiven, cared for and cared about.

How are you today?  Like me, have you been spending too much time out in the world that you’re starting to feel cold and tired?   You may not admit to it, but are you scared?  Or maybe you are at odds with someone back home and you’re afraid that they don’t want you back?  Well then, there’s no better time than right now to go back and be reconciled.  Who knows?  Maybe they’re just waiting for your familiar knock on the door.

If you’re burned out because you’ve been working hard.  Go home.  Relax and be at ease.

If you’re lonely and don’t know what to don on a Friday night… Go home and be comforted.

If you think no one understands you, and your friends have deserted you, and you’re scared your family won’t take you back…  Go home and be forgiven.

Go home and be at peace.

Go on.

Go back.

Go home and be loved.

(If you have time, read Luke 15:11-32)

January 15, 2011 Posted by | Family, Mr. Red | , , | 1 Comment