All posts tagged: Parent

Goodbye, Papa!

  I grew up always anticipating your coming home. I almost never saw you, never really got to be with you when I was a child. Nevertheless, I have fond memories of you the few times we were together, and some of them were among my many firsts. I remember the first time we went to Jollibee together. You were driving a dark blue Mercedes Benz–one of the perks of your job, I guess–that looked incredibly long and big to me at that time, and you allowed me to sit in the front, which was a first time too. I was quiet, but couldn’t sit still. I kept looking all around me, wondering if the view from the front would be different if I were seated at the back. When we reached Jollibee, however, I was disappointed that we did not go inside the store. I didn’t realize that I was in for a big treat – burgers could be bought from a small window without having to leave the car, not to mention we …

My Father’s a Drama King

I am the youngest in the brood of four and it is my turn now to look after our aging father. After my sister and her family migrated to the US last year, one of my brothers moved into my father’s house with his wife and daughter, and they had been the one to care for my father’s needs since then. I thought I would relieve him of the responsibility of caring for our aging father for at least a couple of weeks. My sister and my eldest brother thought that would be beneficial to our father, too, especially that his health seems to continue to deteriorate. We agreed that a change in atmosphere would do him good and that would give our brother time to recharge as well. Before my father came, my girls and I were very excited and did our best to make the house ready for him. I bought stuff that were supposed to help him feel comfortable and my sister and her daughter helped finance my project. I have tried to prepare …

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 …

Officially at mid-30s

Monday of this week seemed to be the only Monday I had thoroughly enjoyed in my entire life. And it must be because it’s my 35th birthday. Yes, I’m finally, officially, in my mid-thirties, yet it feels like 40 is still more than a decade away! I just feel so blessed! I may not have everything that I want in life, but I know that in time, God will give me my heart’s desires, which include having my husband home for good, without him having to work abroad anymore just to keep our family’s finances afloat. I know that in time, my business will also grow big and I’ll be able to bless others through it. I’m actually surprised that it feels good to be at my age. Looking back, I dreaded reaching 30 when I was still in my 20s. In fact, early in our marriage, I made my husband agree that once I get past 30, we would no longer consider having another child. I suppose it’s because my late mother was already 38 when she had me. …

Sisters

I don’t normally pass on stories or letters that I receive via email, but I am recently realizing the value of this one so I thought I’d share it. (This is supposed to be a chain letter, sent to me by my friend Mitch. I have copied it verbatim without knowledge of its real author’s name.) It’s up to you if you would also pass it on… A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. “Don’t forget your sisters,’ she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass.  ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need sisters. Remember to go places …

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 …

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 …

Learning from my little Z

Kids say the darnest things, indeed, especially the smarter ones. For a four-year old girl, I’d say my daughter Z is very smart. Once she’s bent on something, nothing you say can make her change her mind. Bribery doesn’t work either. Whereas her older sister would ask questions usually for the sake of conversation, she would ask questions out of genuine curiosity and usually after she’d thought of an answer, as if to test your knowledge at the same time verify what she thought she already knew. There are times when she tries to be funny–she sure has a good sense of humor despite being moody–but there are times when she’s serious, too. One particular conversation with her that I shall never forget took place a couple of months after we moved to another house in the village. This was after I had decided that my relationship with my in-laws was finally broken into pieces and would never be good again. Out of the blue, she told me that her father’s mother was not really …