07 June 2010

Childhood and Growing Up.


One of my favorite things when I'm in Cebu is having long conversations with my sisters. We'd camp in my room and talk until 5 in the morning. During my recent trip to Cebu (for my Lola's funeral), we did just that.

Mostly, we talk about life, love, and their kids. We'd also reminisce about our own childhood and growing up years. I love that I have them because they remind me many things I'd long forgotten.

For instance, they asked me if I still remember that I once adopted a seven-year-old boy back in highschool. He was, they said, a street kid and I brought him home. He stayed with us for many weeks until I have to return him to his parents. "Was I sad when I returned him?" I asked. "Very sad," they said, "because you loved him very much."

Mom said that our minds have the capacity to erase the painful parts of our lives. And maybe, she's right. Maybe, the reason I've forgotten about that boy was because I was really hurt when I had to return him.

My sisters and I not only remember the sad parts. We also remember the happy times. We also talk about the lessons we've learned from our experiences. We'd laugh and cry and laugh again at how far we've traveled.


We all have painful childhood experiences. We all have our own stories to tell. But I think that there should be an expiry date in blaming our parents for the decisions they've made that negatively affected us.

Wouldn't it be funny and tragic if we kept on making our childhood painful experiences an excuse to be KSP, petty, shallow, immature, irresponsible, and self-centered?

If a person is over 25, isn't this the right time to GROW UP and stop making excuses?

Then again, maturity does not come with age. Does it?

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Photos 1 & 2 (washed): I told Beau to give me a serious, sad face and she did.
One from my porcelain doll collection (she's about 10 years old from the day I bought her).
I should name them no?

Photos 3 (a bit of vintage tone) & 4 (real colors): Beau was awesome that day.
I told her not to smile so she'd look sad and scary. :D

Just another overdue post. :)



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Lynette June 8, 2010 at 5:24 AM  

"We all have painful childhood experiences. We all have our own stories to tell. But I think that there should be an expiry date in blaming our parents for the decisions they've made that negatively affected us."

AGREE with all my heart. I am a firm believer in turning things around. I mean sure. They may have made mistakes - who doesn't/hasn't? The wonderful thing that we can do, however, is to turn things around in such a way that it would benefit us one way or another. And hopefully make us better individuals. I don't believe in pitty parties.

Liza June 9, 2010 at 1:22 PM  

I always love reading your thoughts! My sis and I are like that. When we start talking about past, we could go on and on. It's hard to stop. You are lucky to have sisters who you can reminisce about the past with.

Aileen Siroy June 9, 2010 at 2:21 PM  

Lynette said...
AGREE with all my heart. I am a firm believer in turning things around. I mean sure. They may have made mistakes - who doesn't/hasn't? The wonderful thing that we can do, however, is to turn things around in such a way that it would benefit us one way or another. And hopefully make us better individuals. I don't believe in pitty parties.

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Very well said, Nette.
And I agree with you. We reach a point where we have the power to make our own choices, turn things around, weave a different story for us (and our children).

Aileen Siroy June 9, 2010 at 2:25 PM  

Liza said...
I always love reading your thoughts! My sis and I are like that. When we start talking about past, we could go on and on. It's hard to stop. You are lucky to have sisters who you can reminisce about the past with.

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Aren't we lucky to have siblings we can talk to? :)
You're right, it's hard to stop when the reminiscing starts.

Thank you, Liz.
Please blog often. :)

chelo June 10, 2010 at 1:48 AM  

the photos are so amazing..beautiful gyud..

alot of us are saddled with 'a' past..some choose to stay victims for longer than they should. some become victors and triumph despite and inspite of their past..

but i also know,after working in forensic mental health hospital, that some pasts are too heavy and too dark to overcome on your own, some would need help and support from people around them. without it, they end up bad and messed up...but of course, you mean something else.

im sure you meant people who keep using their childhood as an excuse to get away with being petty and being mean and just being frivolous and silly..thats just being dramatic and using the 'victim' clutch..theyll soon learn.

Liza June 22, 2010 at 2:07 PM  

You are so nice, Ai! I do miss blogging, but with my son growing up and my work requiring more and more traveling these days, it is really hard to find the time. But I do try to find the time to read your blogs because they do give me a lift! Bisan dili ko ka-blog, happy na ko makabasa sa inyong blogs! So thanks for letting me. :-)

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