Thursday, January 26, 2012

I DARE TO BE DIFFERENT


I am going to be a mom soon.  I have been very observant for years about mother’s roles including my own mom’s.  Since there were many of us (6 kids to attend with) in the family, most of the time was to keep us on the go with chores assignment (while she did many of her own),   away from each other for the daily small and big fights, and the family orderly and atleast in peace and shut up our big mouths (hahahhahaha).  I was overwhelmed seeing mama did all those.  She was the family manager, finance manager, organizer, etc.  That’s why I saw her one time in one of our family photos so skinny, obviously stressed and burned out.  With much pride I am one of her fruits of her hard work and labor of love (in partnership with papa).

At my end I don’t have to have 6 children (hahahha)… impossible for me to handle…I guess?...and not with my age.  Mama was then 19 or 20 when she got married.  Though she lacked time interacting with each of us,  I saw her dedication with taking care each one in the family. 

Now it is my challenge when I become one.  At this time, I could care less about the responsibilities of motherhood (I don’t want to fill my mind with anxieties of the future). I will contain and focus on  how I could take care of myself so that this tiny “someone”…my baby (hmmmm fetus hahahha) will have to get enough nourishment in a day.  I and my husband are so conscious of what I eat such that we both check vitamins contents of what I take in.

Aside from that I now have some small interaction with him / her  (our baby) when I am alone in the house ( or even if my husband is around),  through stories and music.  I talk and touch my tummy.  I do explain everything including what mommy did in a day and why I am tired, how I am feeling, why mommy is laughing, what strange things I am seeing.  I explain the excitement of why it is good to come out soon with where I am and many more.  I share that daddy and mommy are so happy with him / her.  That he / she is our greatest surprise this year.  I tickle my tummy too. And that I would do anything I can to give him / her the best formation I could extend (perhaps because I just love to write training modules that my baby will soon become a recipient ….hahahahah).

Another thing that I and my husband just did is to pray as a family.  Strange as it is but we both pray with our palms touching my tummy (hahahhahaha).  With the warmth of both our palms we just want to extend the grace and joy of connecting to our God …the ONE that made this tiny dearest “SOMEONE” so possible in my tummy / womb (sorry for the word tummy but I got used to using the word…it is really womb hahahhahah).

There are more things that I and my husband thought of extending to “him/ her”.  We both see how our readiness and openness to life has reaped a full participation from both of (and our baby hahahah – family teamwork).  Though some friends joke with me with how I am managing my pregnancy,  they still find me odd and strange… It doesn’t matter…hhahaha for as long as I make my baby happy:-) 

Just one last tickle on my tummy before I start my day….hahahhaha….



Sunday, January 22, 2012

FROM A DESIRE TO... A PREGNANCY




Let me do some crooked lines in my writing (which I usually do hehe ) by starting this blog with a sharing on a family event that I and my husband joined last December 2011.   The christening / baptism of Aethan Shaun, son of Mae (my husband's sister)  and her husband Allen.  It was such a rush travel for both of us.  We would have gone to their place a day earlier but due to unanticipated vehicle condition we had to postpone and contain with a very early morning travel the following day. 

I was so glad that my husband was on the rush the following day.  It was usually I that got to pressure him to hurry (hehehe).  We had to brace the vehicle fast the early morning finding ourselves facing still challenges on our way with so many stopovers due to innumerable road constructions in between.  The pressure was to reach our destination at 9 am and be at the Church at that same time.

Good thing we arrived earlier than expected.  And so we could have our 2nd breakfast (we had our first at 5 am) before going to the Church.  When we  arrived at their house, my eyes rested on the baby boy – Aethan (to be baptized that morning) alone in his crib already dressed in his very cute ‘barong”(I did not know that there is such a design for babies….my first time to see it).  And I was so all ohhhs and ahhs and so cutie expression with some giggling.  Obviously I have forgotten myself for awhile.  Then I became conscious with how I felt that moment.  I envied Mae and Allen for having their 2nd  child – baby boy Aethan. 

I thought “when can I have mine?”.  I was almost in tears for the thought and the joy of having one.  And when I saw our 2 little pretty nieces Andrea and Patricia ( they are both cousins Andrea is Mae’s daughter and Patricia is Luisa’s…both sisters of my husband and my very close friends since collegeJ ), I was again mesmerized seeing them in their lovely dresses.  What a beautiful sight my eyes caught when I saw both of them running towards me with their hugs and kisses. 

Not again…”when can I have mine?”  was the running words in my mind.  Lovely, lovely, lovely…so beautiful sight of wonderful families.

When we arrived at the Church, it was almost filled up.  The ceremony almost started, so we rushed to find our seat.  I volunteered to be the photographer.  I liked the role.  I took photos from our line up to everyone and everywhere in the Church.  I felt the joy of parenthood.  I felt the excitement when two priests started putting oil on the babies foreheads.  More so when each family aligned so that the priest can pour the holy water also at the babies. 


As the photographer, I stationed myself at the back and right side of the priest.  My neophyte and trying so hard self just wanted to put a little drama in my capture.  While waiting for that beautiful moment of to take photo of  Aethan, I felt awed at the sight of babies in front of me with all those hair band for little girls, all sorts of clothes for the baby boys, big loud mouth cry, etc.

And then again I thought  “When can I and my husband have ours”  (hahahha this time my thought included my dear husband who from where I was standing I saw him seriously aligning and waiting with baby Aethan.  Well he is one of the ninongs (godfather).  I was all smile looking at all the babies while I stole sight with my husband (hahahhaha).  Well you could now imagine how desperate I was already.

We had photo shoots after that.  I had my “solo” shot with Aethan and stole him for my sort of “family” illusion photo shoot with Mike.  That time I felt the firmness of my thoughts “we could have ours soon”.  I simply affirmed it in my mind and heart. 

From the Church we went straight to the restaurant.  It was festive.  We were with relatives and we had so much fun.  Of course part of the question was “are you on your way or are you pregnant”.  I did not feel sad about the question though.  I simply answered “not yet” and positively added “soon” with my one big smile.  I felt the excitement while I stated that. 

With all my busy thoughts from my husband’s house to the Church with my growing desire to have a baby.  My excitement grew more when Mike just uttered while we were both looking at the kids playing, “our  kid would be a good addition to those”. 

I had the chance to hold Aethan in my arms.  I held him longer than I thought prior to going out from the restaurant to the house.  I was smelling him, feeling him in my skinny arms and imagining if a baby could survive staying longer with the way I held him.  And I was so glad he did.  He was so asleep.  And again, I thought “I could be a mom”.  I simply announced joyfully within me that I could me a mom and take care  of a baby. 

At night of the same day, the fun continued with all those food and exchanging gifts and food again and again.  Though I was so tired of the earlier travel ( was so asleep in the afternoon until almost night), I had so much fun.  The girls would just get inside our room from time to time and I could not take away my eyes from them.  How beautifully dressed they were and how much fun and joy they brought to their families (was so filled with appreciation in my mind).

The visit just ended the following day.  We had to be back home ourselves.  And I thought I could just relax and let go of my desire with the strength of my faith that it would come.

And then biggest surprise of all came when I realized that I was already delayed from my monthly period.  And I was checking on the number of days over and over again.  I thought I could be pregnant.  I was noticing some physical change and forms in my body despite my regular long distance jogging and walking combined last week of December with Mike. 

While I felt the excitement, I was consulting my sisters (Gina and Gay) about it.  They advised me not to take pregnancy test immediately.  They wanted me to do it 2 weeks past my expected menstruation for the month of January to be certain of it. 

A friend, Doctor – Ronnie Bongocan (my sister’s brother in law) advised me to take my test this weekend (January 22).  Exactly the same date as advised by my two sisters.   But then out of our great excitement and my stubbornness, I took the test last Monday (January 16)  placing the kit in front of my husband on the table.  It was such a wonderful sight of a positive test.  Voila…I AM PREGNANT!!!!!!! 

From there, I went straight to my computer to do some module writing which I could hardly focus on since I felt conscious already of “someone”…a beautiful tiny creature in my tummy taking its form right where I was.  I just decided to stop writing and pulled some CDs including a CD on nursery rhymes and thought of putting them inside a USB storage device and listen to it from time to time.  Well my husband just stopped me from my excitement and told me to relax.  I was a little stubborn and still did it  ( hahahhaha crazy ha).

Well you could imagine me now starting to do that with my earphone –one for me and one on my tummy -…hahahha well there is more to this in the coming days….

I guess…I could park for now preparing for more future details …with how I am dealing with myself and the doctor’s appointment and the regimen of vitamins, food, and …of course …exercise… (my baby held on even when I had the most of those jogging and walking)… plus the love and support  from my husband.

Well…you may be asking if I have morning sickness… I don’t have any… :-) bye for now:-)  hehehehehe.

...THANK YOU DEAR GOD...YOU GAVE ME SUCH WONDERFUL SURPRISE AS I AND MY HUSBAND BEGIN OUR YEAR 2012:-) THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIFT OF ALL:-)


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Some Family photos :

With Patricia and Andrea
Aethan so asleep
Allen, Mae, Andrea and Aethan
Giving my gift to my kringle Leewwwweeeeeh..grrrrrrrr:-)

Blessing before dinner
My gift to Luisa ..my kringle

Guirey Family



Hubby with sister Mae exchanging gifts:-)


the 3 Kings - Allen, Nono and Hubby  - with the Baby ..
Semillano family - Nono, Luisa and Patricia with Aethan ......Patricia and Andrea with Lolo Pops

Thursday, January 12, 2012

HOW I SPENT MY BIRTHDAY




after the seminar photo shoot
I woke up late despite the fact that it was my birthday (January 8).  It was  supposed to be a lazy morning since it was  a Sunday.  But then I thought of the commitment I made to facilitate a Stress Debriefing and Basic Counseling Skills  Training to my Catholic Christian community.  I had to continue with my preparations.  I needed to put on more meat in the discussions.  I felt pressured.  Despite of that, I carry with me the joy and vision of making it work. 

Discussing:-)
The idea to have a workshop began with an Facebook message posted by Dr. Bob Ocio. I do not know him personally. Yet, I  read some of his posts from time to time at FB.  His message this time was like that of a shooting star piercing the heart.   It was a sharing of the reality of some suicide that have been taking its toll after the typhoon Sending with the flash flood.   

He shared further of  his initiative of going outside of his own concern being a victim also to extend himself to those that need listening ears.  I was deeply moved by it together with the challenge of the former head servant of the Sowers Field Community, Rolando Mesias for me to extend my service.  

I thought I am so small a number to make such a huge difference.  I saw it, though, as  big and an urgent need that has to be dealt with by a number of skilled individuals.  After that, I thought of no other way except to train others to facilitate the intervention. 
Passionately engaged
I offered my service and the community positively responded to it (thanks to ate Vilma V. for facilitating).  I never expected that it would fall on my birthday.   This is just God's wonderful surprise.  I thought also that  there can be no other better way of celebrating my birthday than being in service to Him on the day that He breathed on me to create that hallmark of difference in the world. 

Days before my special day, I and my husband did not plan of anything big.  Though my sister Gay, thought of something to start up with a small celebration, we still decided to keep it so simple.  I said no to my sister and submitted to my husband.  A simple dinner would do after I facilitate the training.

Participants so focused with the discussion
But then, our plan charted another course.  The seminar started later than expected.  I thought we could cancel it to give way to our planned date.  But then my heart simply said no to what i and my husband planned and just submitted to the whole process of “change”.

Sammy S. doing one one one session
We pursued with the training.  We had so much fun.  It was a wonderful discussions and workshop combined with everything put in place as if a "hand" was putting it in its proper perspective with a live props at the back of the training room…scenery of the affected part of Cagayan de Oro City.

Dancing with the music
My husband arrived in between the seminar.  I felt his love and support.  I felt so much his silent participation including his presence in the group pictorial and during the surprise birthday song and giving of a bunch of beautiful flowers.  I remained composed just swaying and dancing with the song waving my beautiful flowers while I tried to hold myself from crying.  It dawned on my how God made my birthday so special.  His message was like  “  You have just given me such wonderful gift by giving yourself to my people on your birthday…”. 

With Vilma and hubby
How happy and joyful I was celebrating my birthday with my brothers and sisters in the community together with the love and support of my husband.  How joyful it was for me to have ended it with a joyful celebration in the Eucharist with my husband.  After which, we both decided to go home and to just schedule our date later in the week.  We had our simple dinner at home filled with talks and laughter with what transpired during the day. 

My birthday would not have been that beautiful if not for the post of one doctor - Dr. Bob Ocio and Kuya Lando that challenged me to respond the expressed need.  Thanks to both of them:-)  

Thank you also, Sowers Field Community and THANK YOU GOD:-)
  







Monday, January 2, 2012

Handling Difficult People in the Workplace

http://www.mccneb.edu/HMRL/



I grew up having to deal with a very strict and disciplinarian father. He was so tight with us going home late in the afternoon or at night, doing household assignment and chores, leaving home for any family rendezvous, going to Church, to the beach (as if an urgent thing to do on some Sundays), etc. I grew up keeping my anger inside me. More so when I experienced being hit by his belt due to my naughtiness (toinks…had lots of spanking when I was child).


I guess the eldest in the family copied the same strategy that my father imposed (I experienced the same fate from my own brother). The other members of the family were fine though, including my own mother. When I asked my own father about his style of disciplining us when I got a little older and braver to face him, he sadly said that he got the same treatment from his own father too, stating that perhaps he sort of learned the “style” from him.


When I started school – elementary, high school and college, I met difficult individuals too. But then, I found the greatest of challenge with my father.

When I started working, I thought I would skip having to meet people like them . Though they don’t beat me with belt ahhahaah), they sort of beat me or some others with words…harsh ones that I started to also notice they themselves seem to just say them without really being totally conscious at first with the words that came out from their mouth.

THE DESCRIPTIONS

Let me first describe some of them based on my direct encounters and sharings from colleagues and friends :

The "Complainer". This individuals seem to catch up or perceive everything around them as negative. From the weather, salary, co workers, type of work they are doing, attitude of people they associate with, family members, company operation, including themselves, etc. You seem to be getting that freshly baked smoke of negative “aura” everytime they talk and complain just about anything around and within them.

The "Gossip". Well these are individuals who seem to be so updated with everything about lives of people, fashion, lifestyle, and the latest from show business, etc. They laugh, criticize, question, appreciate so less, picking stories with ohhs and ahhs creating a festive atmosphere of the lives of others more than anything.

The “Reactive”. These are individuals who seem to have difficulty getting the whole point and details of the story and so give their immediate judgment, assessment, reaction, etc. They exude immediate and “fiery” comments. These are individuals who seem to be low at patience moving into action at the site of any stimulating information. They may even interrupt discussion giving uncalled for comments. During meetings, they can monopolize the discussion with their exaggerated reactions over certain issues and concerns focusing more the discussions on argument rather than on alterative actions and solutions.

The “Credit Grabber” ( http://careerplanning.about.com). These are individuals who tend to monopolize the credit of success of certain projects. They like the “limelight”. Even the project was a product of a concerted effort, they like their names particularly mentioned. These individuals seem to not have the consciousness of team effort. They are the ambitious ones who want to be on top. In fact a lot of them want to go up fast regardless of how they would get to the top.

The ”Crabs”. Actually these individuals more or less seem to complement a lot to the “credit grabber”. Crabs by its nature, would pull each other down when the start climbing up. The “crabs” equally associating it to jealousy over another being given better opportunities, privileges, success, achievements, etc. They seem to project that image of claiming what they too deserve such that they would either consciously or unconsciously do things that my pull the other person down. They send the message that “you don’t deserve where you are so I would rather put you back to where you should be”.


Those I described above are the most common ones. As a child I thought the spanking from my father were the most difficult ones but as I was engaging myself with my workaday life, I thought of the many challenges of dealing with them.


DEALING WITH DIFFICULT PEOPLE

Here was how I dealt with these kinds of people though at first I felt infuriated by them most especially, the “gossip”, the “credit grabber”, the “crab” and the “reactive”.


Self- awareness (applying EQ by Goleman)

I dealt with myself in terms a full awareness with how these individuals emotionally affect me. I had to be consciously aware with my emotion so that I would be able to properly do something that would directly and properly respond with the situation. No matter how difficult I see to it that I get focused with what I should do to respond to the behavior shown to me even when I had to deliberately employ my SILENCE due to interest to listen or resistance.

The "Complainer"


I mostly listen. Though at times, I would agree with things being complained about but I would do my best not to add up anything to fuel or reinforce the person. When I listen, I feel more of understanding and compassion why they seem to have those complains. From my background being a guidance counselor, I could ask anything about background of the person so that I would understand better from where the person seem to get the sort of causes and “energy” that fuel the complaints.


Actually listening dissipates the energy of the complainer. Soon this person gets the balance and relaxes. When I project understanding, the person gets to relax. What if they come back? That’s the thing. Some of them keep on coming back because the positive feeling you radiate with them is so tempting and comforting to them. You give the positive vibes and they get attracted to it. Just give them the time. (One thing I see in me is that…I like to listen … as much as I like talking hahahhaha).

The “Gossip”.

This is the hard part. I admit it is so tempting. I sometimes buy the information they carry. But I get to throw questions to validate leading them to check the reality of their statement. Even if we both find the validity and truth of the gossip, I tend to ask in fact and a lot of times in a joke “what good will it do to us if we will know”. And we both laugh it out diverting the discussion to some topics more nourishing to us.

Total silence will not send a “supportive” message. Supporting would mean … the silence that projects understanding with the person’s behavior even when we know that with what he / she did there is no merit at all for his / her growth (though some really get to learn from experience). For all you know the person just needs someone to listen to him / her and just wanted to get your attention by starting with a gossip.


The information that this individual brought may not be “the exact message”. This person may be sending you the real “message” in between. That is why we need to be sharper to read beyond what is.

The “Reactive” 
 
This is like talking to myself prior to learning from experience. Having experienced a very “reactive” home environment. I became one too. But the same environment brought a great learning also in handling the same and like my own when I got to any workplace only that I went to the extreme passivity at first. When my father got so angry at home. I tend to be silent and let it cross over my head to the other side of my ears and off it goes without even recalling them. When I met the same individuals at work at first I used the same strategy just letting it pass the same way. And so anyone that would resemble any member of my family would get the same response – passivity and detachment.
 
Now, I am improving and learning better. I truly listen and select that most important ones or the good things I could use to help myself. I could choose now to set aside the non useful information despite the pain that I may be undergoing during the experience. During those moments that these individuals brought out things not well thought of, I still listen despite the emotional struggle. Of course I still tend to detach after but I get to rewind the things that I could use to learn from the experience.
 
I also send the message that… “I am not leveling of with your anger or buying any of your temper”… by being silent during the encounter but with a disposition that listens to the end. The greatest challenge for me is to thank the person after which I could hardly do but still I did try anyway.
 
Really difficult but still the listening part eases the tension and sort of relaxes the mood of the other sending still the message that I understand even with the displaced mood and anger.

The “Credit Grabber”

I applaud of course when these individuals are acknowledged despite the questioning in my mind. I shake their hands and sincerely bring the conversations to asking who work with them in that project, etc. to bring them to their consciousness sort of thing (hahahhaha). Fortunately there are those that are brought to light after that. But there are those that seem to can’t just wake up. So sad ha.

When I got to work with this kind of person, I decided not to work with him / her anymore. But when you work in the same department, you have no choice but to cooperate. I decided to leave him/ her to his / her glory and I keep my peace. Better at that than being tormented with getting noticed (hahhahaha).

The “Crabs”

Oh a lot of times, I did not know that I was being pulled down already. I was already victim to pulling down due to jealousy but I decided to keep my peace and focus on the job. This is a better way for me than keep fighting and grabbing individuals to their elbows to fight and defend oneself.


Internal office politics is kind of hurting. I have heard several individuals already held captives to this type of employees. I heard pains shed off but I found them helpless not being able to confront the culprits.


Sadly, from experience, the “crabs” won’t last. They always get back what they sow. And so, to deal with them I just focused on the job and worked as sincerely as I can (an advise already). With that, I could get noticed or may be not. I need not get the spotlight. I don't want either to get back on them such as finding a way to pull them down.

My suggestion would be...If there is a way that you could confront these individuals properly, the better. This one I support to be the best way at the same time move on to working our way towards accomplishing what we are expected to do.
 
And so this blog is like a full package of learning from my own home environment leading to the challenge of dealing with people in the workplace.
At the moment, I keep on learning the best way I could. But when all else is done with these individuals … I don’t do hands up. I continue relating.

My motto is …”not to give up on anyone” (including myself).

PS: My father and I are great friends now. I could easily talk to him about anything including how he dealt with us. With papa's age came growth also and wonderful realization being our father...