A Family Portrait
The children climbed up their beds with excitement.
Another day has passed.
Another will follow.
As they checked their freshly brushed mouths, neatly-combed hair, and newly-donned suits for the night. They keep on looking at each other and was thinking that something is amiss, something is not right and something is lacking. Then suddenly, their mother came in the room with such gentleness and near silence. She smiled with compassion, with effort, with filial love. And without haste she gestured an embrace, that is when the children finally knew what was incomplete for the chilly night. They joyfully climbed down their beds ignoring how each moment will take away their precious slumber.
Quietly, all three of them knelt by the bed. With hands clasped, heads bowed and lips closed they prayed in silent connection.
They prayed for a better tomorrow, for a better life, for a better education, for better packed lunch, for better lesson understanding, for better classmate rough-housing, for better teachers' patience, for better homework non-existence, for better star marks and recognition, for better unsolicited recitations and quizzes, for better leg muscles when one is asked to stand upon not being able to answer, for better pride when classmates stare for telling the wrong answer, for better grades, for better next day dinner, for better nap after school, for better treatment of the household help, for better love and care of parents to each other, for better ideas on spending the allotted time for playing in the afternoon, for better safety of the parents going home from work, for a better world than today, for a better sleep than yesterday.
And with a sign of the cross and a quick peck on the cheek, the children returned to their battle stations ready for their foe, Mr. Sandman and his magic sand.
Blankets unfolded and pillows fluffed nicely, the children waited for the door to be closed for the night.
The moon watching their every move and the stars lighting their slightly darken room.
Another day has passed.
Another will follow.
As they checked their freshly brushed mouths, neatly-combed hair, and newly-donned suits for the night. They keep on looking at each other and was thinking that something is amiss, something is not right and something is lacking. Then suddenly, their mother came in the room with such gentleness and near silence. She smiled with compassion, with effort, with filial love. And without haste she gestured an embrace, that is when the children finally knew what was incomplete for the chilly night. They joyfully climbed down their beds ignoring how each moment will take away their precious slumber.
Quietly, all three of them knelt by the bed. With hands clasped, heads bowed and lips closed they prayed in silent connection.
They prayed for a better tomorrow, for a better life, for a better education, for better packed lunch, for better lesson understanding, for better classmate rough-housing, for better teachers' patience, for better homework non-existence, for better star marks and recognition, for better unsolicited recitations and quizzes, for better leg muscles when one is asked to stand upon not being able to answer, for better pride when classmates stare for telling the wrong answer, for better grades, for better next day dinner, for better nap after school, for better treatment of the household help, for better love and care of parents to each other, for better ideas on spending the allotted time for playing in the afternoon, for better safety of the parents going home from work, for a better world than today, for a better sleep than yesterday.
And with a sign of the cross and a quick peck on the cheek, the children returned to their battle stations ready for their foe, Mr. Sandman and his magic sand.
Blankets unfolded and pillows fluffed nicely, the children waited for the door to be closed for the night.
The moon watching their every move and the stars lighting their slightly darken room.
awwwww. i miss my childhood too. :)
ReplyDeleteohh the joy of childhood
ReplyDeletemiss my my childhood too..esp the days where classes are suspended bcoz of typhoons, or the nights we just hangout in the living room talking about ghost stories during brownouts :)
ReplyDeletecalmness. the simplicity of things. hayy, it's definitely a nice way of escape from this mad world we're in.
ReplyDeleteFine! Hindi mo namimiss childhood mo. Bwa!
ReplyDelete*Hugs* na walang kinalaman sa post. LOL
ReplyDeleteHaymishu, P.
*Nimmy - I think it's a time when the only thing we have to think of is how to get our homework done. :)
ReplyDelete*orallyours - yes, the joys of being a kid. Miss it sooo much.
*soltero - the ghost stories are the best during a black-out and also hide and seek!
*Desole Boy - it is. Wish we could go back to those times eh?
*Mu[g]en - hahaha! I miss my childhood hence the post. DUH!
*Carrie - hey, august is cumming! See you soon! I miss you too Carrie.
...and how we can get an allowance increase. lol
ReplyDeleteOh, we didn't experience that! Hahaha! Share your blessings!
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