I Learn From Children’s Books

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Having two little children has kept me abreast of kids’ stuff:  nice place for kids, TV shows, nursery rhymes, mobile applications/games, and of course books. I find delight in them. As my children learn and have fun, so do I!

Maybe some of you are already familiar with Pete the Cat. This is one of my favorites. I think it shares a great lesson to people of all ages. For those who have not heard of this, you can check out your local library or this YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9GRHNE1vI4&feature=youtu.be
The story is about Pete, the cat, who goes walking down the street wearing his brand new white shoes. Along the way, his shoes change from white to red to blue to brown to WET as he steps in piles of strawberries, blueberries, and other big messes! But no matter what color his shoes turn to, Pete keeps moving, grooving, and singing his song. This book is teaching the little children about colors, particularly colors of different foods and objects. Going deeper, I see a message even for grown ups. It shows us to have a positive outlook in life. This is what majority of my blogs talk about. No matter how messy life can get, we should not let ourselves be devoured by sadness, hopelessness, and fear.  We have to lift ourselves up or help someone else. Just keep going no matter what happens to you in life. Keep fighting the fight, facing each challenge, being the best that we can be whenever, wherever. We are just passing through life. Let us cherish the times we are alive. We aim to be happy and try to be positive.
No matter what you step in, keep walking along and singing your song…because it’s all good.
Enjoy the rest of your day, the rest of the week!
pete the cat
Pete the Cat: I Love My White Shoes is an American children’s picture book written by Eric Litwin and illustrated by James Dean, first published in 2008. Wikipedia

The Cycle of Life

On Life

Today is a very special day for our family. My sister is giving birth to a beautiful princess. In fact, she is still in the hospital. It’s been hours, and she is still in labor. How I wish I can just teleport, fly across the Pacific Ocean, and witness the joy when the baby finally comes out. I am so thrilled for them. I am sure every member of the family is excited to meet and greet the new addition to the family. It is amazing how we share the same fate. Both of us started with the labor signs/pains on the 17th, admitted to the hospital on the 18th. We were both in labor the whole day and night. The babies would not come out still. All the epidural, the pain, so unbearable! In the end, we both needed to have C-sections. Both babies born on the 19th! (But mine of course happened 6 years ago)

This is it! I know that it will change them. It will change their lives forever. Just like how having kids has changed mine. My children have given more meaning to my existence, more meaning to my life. Now, I have a purpose and a reason to live.

On Death

When I was younger, I did not give much thought about death. I finished college, had my Master’s degree, found a fulfilling career. I got promoted, had my own office and I loved my job. Moreover, I was able to travel to different places, my favorite was the Europe trip with my parents. Visited the United States too and went to different vacation spots in the Philippines. I remembered me saying to myself, “I have been blessed. I can die now.” But it all changed when I married and started my own family. Now, I am terrified when I think about death! (My death or losing a loved one)

My 6 year old has been asking questions about death: when, why people die, where people go when they die, what happens to the body, etc. I try to give him a simple explanation since the questions are NEVER ending. As a Catholic, I know we all go to heaven (this is what I tell my son). At the back of my head, I am also thinking of other explanations as to what happens when someone dies. Maybe we are like the energy transferred to one form into another. Or maybe, when we die that is the end of it. Nothing else. Blank. Black. No more.

I always ask God to grant us (me and my  husband) a long life, at least until we are both 90 years of age. I want to see my children grow, finish school, get a job that they love, find the love of their lives, have their own family.  Surely, I would love to play with my grandchildren!

So holding on to dear life! Appreciate every waking moment.