And so now he has his own nook at the other end of the verandah. Far enough from his father's own space yet near enough so he doesn't disappear too often into his own world. Quickly arranged by his mother who knows all too well that all boys are protective of the spaces they've already marked as theirs. Once again, peace reigns in the household. 
:)
He already borrows my shoes, he now wears my shirts and this morning he commandeers my favorite hangout spot at home. What's next?
#parentingtrials
Mahalin mo na lang.
That will always be the greatest advice, and greatest prayer, my father taught me.
Love them instead.
When you are mad, or frustrated, or irritated at someone, love them instead. Love them because.
For you will never fully understand an other. Just as you cannot expect an other to fully understand you. So why lose your temper and your peace over an other's perceived misgivings?
Love them instead. Love them because of it. And do it with a an honest smile. With genuine charity. And pray for them. Earnestly. And pray for yourself too. Because it is hard to do, pray for the strength and the humility. Trust in Him who truly knows and understands us all.
Thank you, Dad.
