All posts tagged: Child

12.12.12

What’s so remarkable about 12-12-12? Well, for one, there will never be another instance when all the numbers in the calendar and the clock will appear the same. Next, since that makes it rather historical, many people tried to make the best memory out of it, mostly by couples getting married. I have to admit that I had been planning to do something remarkable, if not memorable, on this day too. I wanted it to stand out in my memory when I look back to this particular day. I remember waking up yesterday feeling so refreshed and excited. My daughters and I went to bed the night before with a clean house and that must have contributed to the energy I had by the following morning. Who doesn’t like waking up to a clean house, anyway? However, just as I tried so hard to keep a positive outlook, I had another encounter with my own Merida (remember the movie “Brave”?). Sometimes, I just couldn’t believe that I have a very willful 9-year old child. If she’s …

An open space does not guarantee a smoking area

Lately, I find myself being passionate about a lot of things and among them is asserting some of my rights. I try to teach my children the same thing and I demonstrated this yesterday by telling the man who sat next to us in the park that his smoke was bothering us. But the man only arrogantly retorted, “Open space ‘to, Ate (This is an open space, Miss),” as he pointed to the sky with his hand holding a cigarette. So this was what I told him in reply: “Yes this is an open space, but it is also a PUBLIC PLACE. This is a PARK, and there are CHILDREN here.” I pointed to the children around me, including my own, as I was so convinced that this man was not only undisciplined and insensitive, but may also have a poor eyesight since he did not seem to notice his surroundings, including the children near him. I waited for him and his girlfriend to say another word, but the latter only motioned to her companion …

Slowing down

Lately, I’ve been very preoccupied with my roles as a mother and though I am guilty of not being able to submit new articles both for my blog and part-time job, I have become less severe with myself, thinking that I could only do so much. No, not a good excuse for not working hard, but I guess I’ve come to a point where I no longer want to do so many things at a time. I’ve come to realize that there’s no need for me to prove anything to anyone. I just have to embrace my duties now as a mother, wife–even if my husband is abroad–and full-time homemaker, and until I do so, I don’t think I’ll be able to perform other roles effectively. Moreover, if I manage our finances well, there’s really no need for me to work at all, or at least for financial reasons. At first, I thought that I would experience boredom if I focus on my children and other household concerns alone. On the contrary, I still always …

Dealing with my child’s bully

I just realized that it’s been nearly two weeks since I have last written anything–a blog, a work assignment article, etc. I did write a long letter to my daughter’s School Directress earlier, however, since she had encountered another bullying incident with her long-time perpetrator. Last year, the same kid bullied my daughter by pushing her off her chair and punching her on the arm. This time, the boy has been playing with her school stuffs, taking her money, and even put hand sanitizer on her drinking water. I just couldn’t take it anymore! So much that I have already brought my daughter to a martial arts school for trial lessons. Tomorrow would be her second day to try Wing Tsun and if things go well, I shall finally enroll her next weekend. I have the school to blame since they apparently did not take seriously the case I presented to them last year–my daughter’s first bullying experience with that child. I strongly believed that if they had taken all the necessary actions to educate …

Preschool mom again

My five-year old daughter has been going to school for two weeks now. Yet it felt like it’s only my first time to be a preschool mom. For one, I never had to bring my older child to school and wait upon her until classes were over when she was in kindergarten. It was simply because my work schedule was in conflict with her class schedule. I also do not remember ever interacting with her classmates’ mothers then, although I would see her class adviser and principal from time to time to check her progress or whenever her monthly tuition fee is due. However, with my younger child, I find myself now in a different situation. For the first time, I am experiencing what I believe is the life of a regular preschool mom. I have to bring my little Z to school, wait for her until her classes are over, even if I have already hired someone to bring her to school and pick her up as well by tricycle. It wasn’t the second day of school that I started interacting …

“Mom, at what age would you like me to get married?”

“Mom, at what age would you like me to get married?” I have a feeling that I should start expecting such questions from them beginning today. Actually, I should have thought of that when my older child asked me yesterday whether she’d get rich when she grows up. I don’t think they really understand the meaning of marry or marriage, but going back to their question, I answered “30” to my older child A, and “35” to my younger one Z. Why much later for Z? Because she’s younger and so baby-ish that I think it would take a long time before we let her go. As for A, I suppose it’s given–because she’s older, she’d mature faster and would want to leave the nest sooner. And well, I have this feeling that she would want to be independent the soonest possible, so I’d rather brace myself… that doesn’t seem to make sense though, does it? A gave a follow-up question: the perennial why. Why? Because according to studies, the human brain does not become fully mature until the age 25. And, …

Being a mom and playing mom

The past two to three months had been the busiest months for me although not necessarily the most productive. I started working from home on a full-time basis and even received an income that was higher than I used to have when I was working outside of home. I loved my job, but as much as I hate to admit it,  that same job had cost me a lot. Way too much, in fact. I had less (quality) time with my children, I had to drop one of my graduate courses, I was always late in my submission of requirements in my remaining class, even my daughter’s grades were affected, and my children and I had become sickly. I am first and foremost a m-o-t-h-e-r. I always try to remind myself of this when I start to get busy, when I start to work only for money. Indeed, as much as my family needed the extra income, I should never forget my duties to my family, especially to my children whose father is away. With my …

Balancing act

(Image copied from http://www.211sacramento.org/flyer.pdf) I’ve been scouring various websites for more than a year now in search of a decent-paying home-based job that would suit my talents and interests. Finally, I got one recently. It is ironic though that it’s making me lose sight of my priorities, with my children on top. I have to keep reminding myself that I am first and foremost a m-o-t-h-e-r. Honestly, I’m no longer sure at times what it means to be one. It’s like all my dreams of having a small happy family and being the best mom (and wife) in the world had gone out of the windows. All I could think of before I go to sleep, in the middle of my sleep, and right upon waking up is DEADLINE(s). Its red, big, bold letters are always screaming in my head! And to think that I’m the type of person who hates being rushed and/or forced to conform to another person’s schedule or whims, this word could conjure gruesome images before me, especially when I am given …