Family United

Short Story:

        Reading the book, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Stand Together!” as a family, my husband asks, “What’s the difference between wisdom and knowledge?” Not really asking, per se, but thinking they are one and the same.  

      “Oh no!” I said, “Wisdom is spiritual and knowledge is technical.”

      To which he said, “Oh well then, you’re the wise guy, Leonardo and I’m the smart ass, Donatello.  

      “Okay, yes!” I said, laughing.

      Our son then wanted to know who he was.  

      I said, “Oh, who do you think you are?”

      He looked down at the book and quickly smiled saying, “I’m Raphael the strong one!”  He kept reading innocently, “…He has big muscles-and an even bigger attitude.”

     My husband and I glanced over at each other, nodding in instant agreement, hiding our chuckles.  

    “Yes son,” I said, “you are very strong, and funny as well, like Michelangelo!”

 

A family unit,

 Of individual strengths and weaknesses,

Learning from each other,

Standing STRONG together,

And sometimes bent over from a good belly laugh.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 25-Word of the day-kinaadman (n.) meaning knowledge, wisdom.

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog and Doodles and Scribbles

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/

 

For My Son

God broke off

a piece of the sun,

when He sent,

my son.

Passionate and fiery,

such a brilliant light!

Bursting ball of energy,

of creativity, of love.

Beams of exuberance,

dance from his eyes,

while streams of joy,

trail his laughter.

A smile to capture,

and warm the heart,

of every storm cloud,

passing through dreary skies…

Sharing this “humaling,”

for my son.

Love, Your Mom

-Gilda Patricia

Day 11 word- “humaling” (n.) Extreme fondness

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles.

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/

A Small Boy’s Helium Balloon

A perpetual dreamer;

My head nearly always,

“In the clouds.”

 

Up, up, and away I’d fly,

Seeking and soaring,

To some amazing spiritual heights,

 

Once releasing,

Little buried chunks of past lies,

There was nothing to hold me back…

 

Then dirty, messy,

Sometimes ugly and chaotic,

Raw, real and wonderful,

 

“MOTHERHOOD,”

 

Brought me back down to earth,

Tethering me to my humanity,

 

Like a helium balloon,

Held tightly in the fist,

Of a small boy;

 

Keeping me from crashing,

And burning, into the sun.

 

Now heaven walks with me,

As I walk beside,

My sweet and precious son.

 

-Gilda Patricia