My mother's influence on me as a child stays with me now. She cooked three meals a day, worked two jobs, and still managed to take care my older brother and sister, and me to our extracurricular activities. Her hard work and dedication in everything she did stays with me. When I think of how hard she worked to keep the kids and my dad happy, it makes me work even harder for my kids and husband. Even at work, I push thinking about how my mom would be half asleep from working a 16-hour shift and still have a smile.
My father taught me as a child to be obedient and have discipline with a loving heart. He used to let me sit out in the garage while he changed the oil of the cars or in the yard while he mowed the lawn. Whenever I did well in school he would praise me. When I did not listen to him or my mom, he would scold me. He was always around. To this day, I can hear my dad telling me how to act as a lady. I conduct myself in way that he would be proud of me.
My Aunt Lou is a storyteller. She was imaginative, creative, and a counselor. I remember as child, she would tell me all the stories of how she would write a book and I would illustrate it. She would tell me how to be nice to my siblings. Because of her, I still dream big and constantly find new stories to tell.
Inang, who was my babysitter when I was a child, used to let the other kids and myself have freedom to move about her house wherever and whenever we liked. She allowed us to express ourselves. She would let us find the pots and pans and wooden spoons and let us beat them while we hid under the sink. The good old days helped me be the person I am today, allowing myself freedom to express myself with my voice and mind.
Mr. David, my first piano teacher, taught me to practice, practice, practice. My parents started me out early on the piano, and I never wanted to practice. When I went to class, Mr. David already knew before I hit the third note of the piano piece. He would say, "If you do not want to practice, maybe you do not want to play." Today, I know now that if I had just practiced, playing would have been easier, and I would have enjoyed it. Practice and perserverance and never giving up is what Mr. David taught me. I may not have listened in the past. But I have finanlly learned that lesson.