Scrapbook layouts uploaded to the blog album

There are currently ten 12×12 scrapbook layouts in this blog’s album.  (Please see sidebar or Click here)  These were layouted as 12×12 pages which I will “cut” into two graphics after grouping together for “stitching” or pasting together into one spread.  As I am not purely a digital scrapbooker, I intend to embellish these pages with actual scraps and journaling entries at a later time.  8 of the 10 layouts are from a party we attended two weeks ago. 

These layouts were created using the Spring Breeze freebie kit from Shabby PrincessMore layouts coming!

Of Fathers & Sons

Angel had some excema on his wrist which seemed to be growing uncontrollably.  So even while we were on vacation, I made an appointment with his pediatrician because I knew we needed prescription strength medicine to deal with it.

My pediatrician is a Filipina who graduated from UST in the 60s.  Her practice is housed in the basement of her posh home in a rather upscale community here in my part of New York.  When I scanned the doctors who were part of the network of my primary health insurance carrier, my first priority was to find a Filipino doctor, and secondly, I wanted someone with a good roster of patients — so I wanted someone rather older.  The fact that her office was in her home in a very good community spoke well of her financial standing to my mind, and so far, I’ve been very happy with the way she has treated Angel.

We purposely arrived an hour earlier than our appointment so that we could hopefully be seen sooner.  So we sat in the waiting room as Angel played with the various toys  the doctor makes available to her kiddie patients.  There was a 40-something Filipino father with his two children, the son was around 16 or 17 and the daughter must have been around 10.  They were studying Italian together and having fun on the three-seater sofa.  The son was obviously very close to his Dad, kidding around with him and even mocking him in jest for his “antiquated” cellphone, while his children had Razrs.

They were called ahead of us so that was that until we had our turn and the doctor gave us the prescription.  On the way out, Alan told me that father and son were obviously close — a tinge of envy in his voice.  Then he looked at Angel and told him that he knows they will be like that.  I suppose it was his way of seeing what he didn’t have with the 16-year-old son.

We always dream of raising our children as our friends.  It is not something we can always succeed at, and there are times when it comes at a much later time when the young ones have a better understanding of where we are coming from as parents.  There are moments when we have to make sure the lines are drawn between parent and child, and there are moments when we want it to disappear so we can let them into our hearts and minds and hopefully they will afford us the same.

It’s still a long journey for Alan and Angel.  It’s sad, though, that the gap between Alan and his eldest son seems to be widening as he gets older.  No matter how hard he tries, it is difficult to reach someone who keeps shirking away.  We can only hope he comes back someday.

 

Watching Oliver Stone's WTC as a New Yorker

Alan and I finally watched Oliver Stone’s “WORLD TRADE CENTER” this afternoon, and while I know my reaction to the movie is heavily tainted by my personal experiences during 9/11, I want to recommend that you all try to watch this movie if you get the chance to.

Before writing my post here, I browsed some early reviews of the movie and one thing I agree with — the movie is not political, and it is a moving masterpiece.

I had to fight back the tears during some of the montages that reminded me of that day.  I was literally hanging on to Alan’s hand as the buildings started to collapse and fall.  It moved me, I believe, because it helped me relive the experience without adding to the trauma of the experience.  It was a fitting reminder of the magnitude of the loss we suffered then. 

Thanks for stopping by to read my blog

I say it with all sincerity — thank you to all who stop by and read through my ramblings in this little corner of the blogsphere.  I know that there are those who have stayed silent only making their presence felt when I poured my heart out about my frustration on irresponsible commenting.  And there are those who just read — stop by — with nary a sound.  To all of you, I say thank you.

I am truly flattered that despite all the conversation on respecting what the blogger writes, and the admonition to leave this blog if you don’t like what you read, some unsavory characters just can’t resist coming back.  So I will not waste energy on getting upset anymore — instead I say thank you.

But as the house rules have been stated before — no legitimate e-mail or actual website or blog means your comments will forever stay in my e-mail box.  EXCEPT if the comment compels me to respond — if your comment is worth responding to.

I have always found my own forays into other blogs enlightening, enriching and at the very least entertaining.  Like the varied personalities we encounter, there are so many faces and blogs out there we can learn from, if only we go and read with an open mind, instead of wielding horns on the ready to attack others.  So again, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you all.