Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Overseas Mother Workers: The Future They Leave Behind


March 17, 2007
Essay-Opinion Article




She has such a pretty smile. And her laugh is refreshing. But I seldom see her smile and I seldom hear her laugh. She’d be sulking in her room, sketching, filling up her journal.

She is my cousin Grace – a teenager, an only child and an example of a disturbed victim of a broken home caused by the parents’ need to work abroad.

Both her parents are nurses. Her father (my uncle) just moved from Fiji Islands toCalifornia and her mother is in Saudi Arabia. In their initial arrangement, her mother went back to Saudi when Grace was three years old. She was left with her father who was a nurse in a local hospital.

Later on, due to long separation, her mother had extra-marital affairs the led to the couple’s divorce. When Grace’s parents separated, her father then decided to work abroad to better provide for them both, leaving her to my mother’s care.

She may not tell what she really feels, but through the way she sometimes isolates herself from us, as if she had built an invisible barricade to shut people out, I know she is in pain. And I try to put myself in her shoes, imagine myself looking at my own family the way she probably sees it – a working father, a stay-at-home mother, and three children. I know it is a hard situation for a teen to go through.

Children like Grace who were left behind by their parents to work abroad may understand the reason for their parents’ departure – that they want the best for their children. Usually, these kids come from young families, thus their ages range from 0 to 17 years old. The parents may be able to provide their children’s material needs. But what they are risking are the physical, mental, emotional, spiritual and social well-being of their kids.

Originally in a Filipino home, the mother stays behind to take care of her children andmake a home while the father goes to work to financially provide for his family. But as our country’s economic and political status waver, the income that the father takes home is not enough anymore to meet the needs of the family. Thus, many Filipino mothers decide to work overseas to help their spouse meet the same lifestyle (or make it better) that they are used to.

According to a study, in the 1970s, male migrants dominated the labor migration. The absence of the father was seen to have weakened Filipino families. Then, in the 1980s, women became part of labor migration. Out of 858,000 migrants in 2000, almost 70% were women. And of these women, an estimate of 75% is married and 90% of them have children.

It is estimated that 3 to 6 million children have been left behind by Filipino parents. Most of these children are undergoing puberty, the most critical developmental stage of a person.

Mostly, these mothers work away on contracts that range from ten months to five years. Therefore the children are left behind the care of their fathers (who may be working as well), grandparents, extended families, and sometimes, even non-relatives. These groups are the ones filling a very important void in the caring and rearing of children that only a mother could provide.  

What then are the outcomes of this arrangement? Yes, they made have improved the material condition of the children left behind. Their minimum of P10,000 remittances improve their household finances, and their children’s education and health. They are able to provide their children with the newest cellphone models, laptop computers, branded clothing and Extreme Magic Sing videoke. But as a result, the children suffer the psychological, social and emotional costs of their departure.

They may be studying in the best private schools, but who would go to their PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) meetings? Their house help, or an older sibling? Who would go with them in their enrolment? Who would put on their medals when they achieve awards? As of the girls, who would advice and talk to them about puberty, and menstruation, and what sanitary pad to use? Who would help them get dressed and tell them that they look very nice in their JS Prom? Who would teach these children good values and moral conduct? Aside from their school teachers (if they would pay attention to them at all) who would stir in their hearts the love for nation? And who would develop in them the fear and love for God?

Children of OFWs face the difficulties of neglect, poor performance in school due to lack of self-confidence, delinquency and psychological and relationship problems. Compared to children with both parents around, these children experience loneliness and abandonment. They become problematic as they confront issues in physiological change, love and sex, and substance abuse. They also tend to develop materialistic values and even become extravagant as they become overly dependent on money and gifts from overseas. And they are likely to grow up susceptible to drug abuse and early pregnancies and marriages. Thus another sets of families are in lined to poverty.

These are the children who, as Dr. Jose Rizal had said, are the hope of the nation. The youth holds the future of our country. Their offspring could be the start of the generation rooted on high moral values, who would love God and Philippines. A generation that would re-establish the strength of Filipino families. But could we consider these 6 million lost, and emotionally and psychologically unstable children able to fulfill this task?

It’s not wrong to want a better life and be able to indulge on the material things that money can buy. It’s not wrong to dream that one day your family would be able to live in a prettier house and have a car. It’s not wrong to want your kids go to the best schools. It’s not wrong to have money that might be more than enough. But first see what the risks would be? What would you be leaving behind if you go away? What would you be missing in exchange of a higher income?

I remember a friend who said her dream for the Philippines is that one day Filipinos wouldn’t be going away. Instead, people would be coming here because life here is so good.

And as I look at my cousin Grace, and read the letters that her father sent, her telling how much she is loved and missed despite the distance between them, I want to add up something to that dream. I dream that one day Filipino families would be re-united. They would stay stick together, serve one another and would grow old together, not in Saudi or anywhere else, but here in the Philippines.

I AM PETER


I am walking with great trembling
On these waves my feet afloat
Every step – excruciating
But I look to You, I look to You

The raging sounds are deafening
Cold winds slapping my face
But blinking provokes more terror
So let me look to You, look to You

Oh how cold it is, my Savior
All my muscles have gone stiff
With all might, I cut off other senses
Til none is left but You to see

Let these eyes stare upon Yours
In coldness my arms outstretched
Please reach out to me as I do to You
Don’t let me drown, don’t let me sink

Oh my Father, oh my Savior
One word from You, the storms can cease
But just be my ocean, be these waves
Be my calm, Lord, be my peace


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

My Ireland


1.15.13

You were danger, I've known it
But your shores - enchanting, I found 
Myself diving head first into your seas.

Now I struggle to keep my head
Above your deceitful waves crushing
My lungs into flame they burst

I ran fast to the mountains
Where salvation screams
No looking back, there's no turning 

Don't dare me for a final glimpse
Lest I be a pillar of salt blown
Into unredeemable smithereens

I let you go, like sand shifting
between my small fingers
in an antagonizing slowness

I stabbed my heart just to kill 
You, my hope, my love, they bleed 
Tonight you'll cease to exist

Tonight, I'll look up to the skies
Something in me was lost
Tonight, you, in me, will be gone.



Wednesday, January 2, 2013

021912

He came
And I stood unmoving
Holding my breath
Afraid that if I'd exhale
He'd vanish like thin air
Forever. 

But I did exhale 
And he was still there
And I clung to him
As I would
My source of life
'Til I forgot how to live. 

He didn't vanish
As I thought he would 
No, not in a snap
But like fluid drifting away
And like a growing blur
It was potentially painful. 

In an instant
Breathing became
Synonymous to numbness
To estrangement
To despair
To dying.

And like cigarette
He'd be the smoke
He will fade
I will still be here
Wondering
Grieving

I've formally gone mad.

I am still waiting


In His Grip: An Unexpected Present from GOD

This was the first Christmas that I am miles away from my family. This was my first Christmas that I didn’t have parties to go to. The first Christmas that I didn’t celebrate it with my family in church.

This is my 7th month in the US. When I left my country  I didn’t have a clue why God would pull me out of the job that I loved, and from the people and routine that I was familiar with. In other words, God literally pulled me out of my comfort zone. I came here in the US literally clueless of what awaited me.

All has been well so far. Stepping up could be a painful process but I am hanging on. I’ve always been a timid person but now I’m starting to get out of my shell. God has a way on comforting me – I got my auntie and my cousin (and her family) to make me feel at home when my heart is lonely, a job that keeps me busy in the mornings, and an online Irish best friend to keeps me company. 

But Christmas has always been a family affair for me. A time when I feel most happy and blessed as my whole family come together and give thanks to God. So as December days went by, I found myself struggling from breaking down. It was heart breaking and lonely. It was a struggle to keep a straight face, to concentrate at work when my brain is working full time to keep my emotions intact.

But today, December 25th, God hugged me with His comfort. On my way home with my aunt after spending Christmas Eve at my cousins’, we stepped inside the elevator to the parking lot and I saw an envelope lying on the floor. Written on the envelope was “ What does God have for you?” I picked it up as the elevator door closed and found out that it was a card. I thought somebody might have dropped it. I opened the card as we got off the elevator. That’s when my world came to a halt.



It was a simple card with three angels singing. I opened it and there was $20.00 inside the card. But what touched my soul was the Bible verse written on it. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, Plans to give you hope and a future” Jeremiah 29:11 – my life verse.





I thank God for whoever He used to deliver me His message that He knows what He’s doing and all I needed was to trust Him. He knows what I’m going through but I don’t have to be scared. I don’t have to feel lonely.  Because He will back me up with anything and everything, according to His will. He will never leave me, never forsake. Because I am His child. He will take care of me.

I am loved by my Heavenly Dad.
I am never alone. :)


Psalm 16: 5-11
5Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing.
    You guard all that is mine.
6 The land you have given me is a pleasant land.
    What a wonderful inheritance!
7 I will bless the Lord who guides me;
    even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I know the Lord is always with me.
    I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me.
9 No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice.
    My body rests in safety.
10 For you will not leave my soul among the dead
    or allow your holy one[c] to rot in the grave.
11 You will show me the way of life,
    granting me the joy of your presence
    and the pleasures of living with you forever.



P.S. Lord, thanks for the extra 20 bucks :D

A CALL FOR CHOCOLATES


Not everyday’s a fairy tale
I have to go down one day
Daydreaming had its blissful side
But I couldn't live this way
I wouldn't live this way

Time’s up! About time
To break this rubbish trance
Before falling gets any harder
I’m going to plunge myself down
And feel my feet hit the ground

I’d let the pain throb
So the healing could start
The scars won’t remain
Tomorrow they’ll be gone
Tomorrow I’ll be fine.

Friday, December 28, 2012

JESUS


YOUR presence  –

Like water to
My burning throat
That’s never satisfied;
Always craving
For more


I yearn to be with YOU