My Son; My Crown of Success
This is the dream come true
I believe in "Necessity is the mother of invention."
First there was the difficult times in which the sensible person would experience and would ask himself why?
What can I do to change my situation?
What are my capabilities?
What else do I need to learn and create?
Do I have available opportunities?
Am I capable to create an opportunity if it is not available for me for the mean time?
All these questions and more; but most important is the dream, the desire to improve your life within reasons unique to you.
2003, dream time
It was 2003, May, a month after my late husband Adrian died; when I started to live in a condominium in Manila. The billionaire, Jojo, hired me to revise her undergraduate thesis in AB Psychology. While doing her thesis, she provided me a car with its driver aside from the monthly salary and the condominium accommodation.
I spent six months to do the work; and while there during free time especially at night, I used to sit by the window on that 18th floor of the Twin Tower Condominium in Manila. I looked down to upscale subdivisions below observing the beautiful houses and the cars that get in and out of the subdivision. I also looked far across where there were several towering condominiums to view. I saw the buses from the distance and even the railway where the LRT traversed.
It was during this time when I started to dream and fantasized something for my son's young family; such fantasy that was seemingly impossible to materialize at that moment of his family's financial condition.
At that time they cannot afford to rent even the cheapest apartment and cannot pay the bills. Even when I was working in Manila, my mind wandered and worried what my son and his family were eating and also with his little children. Such an impossible situation to move up to where he is now.
My daughter was still in her third year college as a working student and a scholar, taking up Bachelor of Science in Computer Science; my twins grandchildren were 3 years old and my eldest granddaughter was 8; my daughter-in-law was jobless and was only making some yemas and some powdered sweets to sell so that she could feed her hungry children; such a financially difficult time for the growing family of my son.
My married son had asked me to take care of his young family while he was focused at work on the accounting system that he was developing. He said that he needed two years to work on it and finish it within that period; he said that it was a goldmine. I may not understand what he was doing but I have complete trust and faith in my son's capability.
All my friends would despise him, even his wife and her family despised him for "doing nothing" to feed his family; they despised me as well for consenting to my son's "laziness". They were fully convinced that he was lazy because they didn't see him working like any normal employed individual; what these simpletons will never know is that my son is not only hardworking beyond compare but also worked 78 hours straight, no food, no sleep; he used his genius so that within two years he earned his first million dollars; he had a goal and he got it more than he even initially calculated. What he did was something too difficult for ordinary minds to understand, much less to do; in this sense he is above one million youths his age.
This year is 2012, nine years since that time I dreamed on having my son and his family live in one of those hi-rising condominiums in Manila. My eldest granddaughter is now second year in college taking up Architecture. They had lived in Manila, in one of those condominiums for more than two years now.
Dreams do come true; when I made that dream, everything surrounding my son's life was disgustingly poor and ridiculed; now he owns his profitable IT Company that earns him millions.
Yes seven years under such lengthy processes...but all is well that ends well.
The twins had graduated elementary in a prestigious and expensive school. I don't know that baby that my daughter-in-law is carrying, but surely it's not my grandchild; whatever, I am just concerned with my son and my grandchildren.