What's inside my vault

In the movie Richie Rich, the contents of the secret vault of the richest family in the world were revealed. Surprisingly, the so-called treasures of the Rich family weren’t diamonds or jewelries or money – instead, inside the vault were mementos of their achievements and most unforgettable moments – Richie’s first bike, photo frames of Richie when he was but a small kid, his first step, his first baseball, his father’s first golf club, and similar stuff.

In my first attempt at blogging, I’ll let you in my own little vault – where my treasures are; treasures which I picked along the road of my life and managed to keep ever since. Indeed, I do not mean physical treasures, rather, teachings or experiences that I picked from the people around me, and helped mold me into who I am now.

My Legacy from my Daddy

There was a time in my high school when I feared my father’s expectation. Back then, I joined lots of contests and won half of them I think. Every time I won, my parents were very proud of me. I loved it when I come home looking casual and then I suddenly break the news, “I won!” and see in their eyes the undeniable celebration and pride. On the other side, I feared that they be disappointed if I lose. There was this one contest when my daddy was so sure I would win, and then I lost. I was so sad I couldn’t go home to tell them the result. I was afraid of disappointment. But headstrong as I always am, I faced my predicament head on. I went home and told them that I lost. Do you know what my father told me?

He put his arms around my shoulder and said, “ganyan talaga anak, ginawa mo naman ang best mo”. And from there came my father’s greatest teaching to me, do your best in anything, if you did your best, you’ll have no regrets no matter what the outcome is. But more importantly, I learned to never fear expectation, especially not from my family. Because in my family, there is no expectation, there is only sharing of joy in times of victory and acceptance in times of failure. Now I have a more concrete definition of a home. Indeed, a home is a place you can return to and would love to return to (got this one from Naruto J); a home is a place of refuge (this one’s from our Scripture study class). I’d say this with surety: my parents are the two people in the world that I will always need, I will always depend on, I can be independent of anyone else.