January 13, 2010

A Mother's Appreciation: Harvey, the Other Son God Gave Me

      Harvey is not just a pretty face!He is lovable. No effort needed. A lot of people notice him. He can get away with a smile.

      His Science-5 teacher validates this charming and appealing smile. There was this incident in school wherein she apprehended Harvey because of running in the corridor. As a punishment, she asked Harvey to stay outside the room the whole time. After class, Harvey offered to carry her things to the third floor. The teacher asked him to go but Harvey didn’t move, just smiled. The teacher knew Harvey was sorry. He was waiting to be told that’s everything is okay. Harvey asked her if he could now sit inside the room but the teacher just replied with a question, “What do you think?” And so Harvey remained outside. But when it’s time for seatwork, Harvey asked the teacher this time if he could get his things inside so that he can do the seatwork.  
 
   

      
     The teacher was pleased because Harvey tried hard to show how sorry he was. Harvey even got to answer the seatwork correctly. The teacher told me “Mommy it’s hard not to give in at Harvey’s charm and smile.”

    Harvey is confident. He is a varsity player of Greenland Academy basketball and badminton team. I laugh at how he talks about how good he played and how much he scored for the team to win the basketball game. He assumes he’s the star player. But when they lose the game, he reasoned out the big stature of the opponent team players.

    Harvey is thoughtful. Harvey utterly appreciates everything that is good, especially when it comes to food. There was this Italianni’s Resto story wherein his Tita Lyn confirms Harvey’s thoughtfulness. She brought Harvey to a dinner with Gen. Bataoil and family. They were surprised as Harvey ordered for chicken and lasagna and rice, for everyone had a salad, light dinner only. Then her Tita Lyn wondered why the lasagna was not touched and his chicken was half-eaten. Harvey whispered that he’s going to take home the chicken for his older brother Renz and the lasagna for me. He told Tita Lyn that the food is good and he wants us to have a taste of it. Truly, upon coming home, Harvey was so excited on his “take out”.

    Harvey can be responsible. At age 9, he can do household chores. He can cook noodles and rice. He can fry eggs, hotdogs, hash browns, french-fries etc. He can wash the dishes, mop the floor, fold the clothes and make the bed. It’s just that you have to ask him most of the time.

    Harvey is caring. Every time I’m sick, he always brings me a hot milk or Milo drink. He asks me if I’m okay. Whenever he sees me crying, he asks me who the culprit is. He asks me to go out of the house and get some sunlight or go to her Ate Nikki’s place or to her Tita Baby’s store. There was this time I got a letter from my brother whose imprisoned that made me bursts into tears. I had a panic attack. He was stunned. He stayed with me. He told me not to get bothered by problems of others. He even offered me to play computer games with him. That moment I saw how good he handled things. This was when his daddy’s abroad and he was just ten. I am so proud of Harvey.