I know that you will think that I am going to talk about the film " Cinderella man". But, I am not coz I am going to talk about my son who is my Cinderella man. Why? That is I am going to tell you!
This is my eldest son now. He is now 34 years old . Does he look like me? Maybe not:)
And this is me, soon will be 51 years old!
Well, if you have been following my blog for a while, then you already know that I have four children. The three are living in the Philippines and I have one here in Norway. Me too feels like that my story can compare to Cinderella. After so much hardship, finally I found my prince who saved me from my difficult life. Then I thought about mys son's life.
The story began when I was so young. I was 15 then when I met the father of my eldest son. I thought he would be my saviour from the misirable life that I had. The choice that made my life more miserable and painful.
But life must go on. I was 16 years old then when I gave the birth to my son.
Here is his baby picture. I remember when the doctor gave him to me after the birth, he said " here is your son, very little but cute.
The at 17 a mother of two and at twenty, a mother of three. I don't know why I stayed with their father. Maybe because of my children. They are so precious to me. This is how we look like 30 years ago.
But wine, women and song makes broken families. When I think back, I just couldn't imagine how much my children suffered having a broken family. I was a young mother then, trying to take care of them while my heart was aching.
It seems that it was only yesterday when my eldest son was a little boy. He had been always a mama's boy who likes to cling to his mother.
I know it was very painful for him when I left abroad to work to support him and his sisters. Painful for each and everyone of us. The first time I went home to visit them, he came running to me crying and hugging me so tight and we both cried while his two sisters were inside the house.
His teacher talked to me later. She told me that after I left she noticed that my son was very lonely and that it showed that he really missed me.
And more heartaches because the government of Norway didn't granted my children permit to live with me here in Norway. They can only come to visit me, but not live here. You can read about it " My children in Norway" and Heartbreaking choices if you want to know more of the story.
Then years with heartaches passed by and he began to study in college. Then after first year college, he lost the desire to continue. Not only that, he got his girlfriend pregnant ( his wife now) . Suddenly he was a young father and I am a young grandmother.
And his sisters suddenly became aunties. But we fell in love with this little baby. His name is Jan Andrie. My first grandson.
What would a mother do? I was of course very dissappointed. I was thinking, how can he support a child when he coundn't even support himself? No education and no work with a family to support.
Then his wife asked me to give my son a second chance. Bless her heart. She asked me to pay for the money he needed so that he can take a computer course, so that he can find a job later to support them. And it was a well spent money. My son did it very well. After finishing the course, he was asked to teach the next students. He then worked hard, study more and supported his family. Somehow I can see myself in him. Because I did the same. Study, work and support my children. Maybe I inspired him.
And after many more years, he and his wife has now three adorable kids, as you can see in the picture:) And I love hearing them calling me grandma.
My son now works in one big company as Global Operation Center Manager. A job that gives him the opportunity to travel abroad. Work related travel. The picture under was taken in Australia.
And this time, he is in Tennessee, USA
And here are more pictures from him.
And that is the story of my Cinderalla man. My son who didn't have a good start, but because of determination and hard work managed to provide a nice life for him and his family . And I am a proud mother.
I suppose I can call my daughters Cinderellas too:) They too had survived and having a better life now.
"Thought for the day"
It is good to dream, but it is better to dream and work. Faith is mighty, but action with faith is mightier.
Desiring is helpful, but work and desire are invicible.
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