Of discipline and guilt...

I lost it with Gab again this morning. In all fairness to me, i have been patient with him for months now. But still, im beating myself up again because as usual when i get mad, i yelled and i said things and i may have even hurt him when i grabbed his arm. Bad, bad Nanay. (madaming-madaming iyak)

I talked to him when  i calmed down. I apologized, my method was wrong. And as always, he hugged me and said it was okay.

My Gab, my kids - they're just so forgiving. Even when i screw up so many times, they're just going to look past it, give me the sweetest hugs&kisses. I treasure these hugs&kisses, these are what makes me going. I just wish i don't screw up a lot...