ABC's and 123's of Life

i cannot exactly remember how i learned to read and went about numbers...the only vivid memory of learning at home was when mama was introducing "Abakada" to me when I was about 4 or 5..or 6 then...

Possibly that's the reason why i am having a hard time teaching JD or shall i say assessing him that he's learning something from me.Swear, it would easier to know if he's learning the latest cp game or playstation...Everytime his Papa takes over "home schooling"...they would end up laughing or worse, one is clenching his teeth and the other one is scratching his head...

Teaching how to read english words is by far the hardest part I encountered. Surely he can read Filipino selections already and add number, whether horizontal or vertical, but when it's time for english selections, total chaos!

Last night, I beat him. On a lower level, i shall say i spanked him with his "cute little belt". He was still on the streets even he knew i arrived already. When he got in, I asked what he learned today and from his assignments.Prior to that, i looked into his things and found out that he did not write anything but rather let his seatmate did it for him - how señorito can he get! These sort of things flared me and provoked me to transform - from a gentle mom to a terrfying witch. Whew! Ang sakit kaya sa ulo...

Well, however mind blowing this activity can be, i have no choice and i dont want to stop there. Teaching him how to read, add and so on are rather simplier and less complex than teaching him the true "ABC's and 123's of life that he has to learn - the rules of it and the ways to break them.

Ciao!

Year After 18th of June 2005

Around 1:40 pm of June 18, 2006, a very fragile being was placed beside me. I was allowed to look at him before I fell asleep and darkness finally took over my sight. I remembered his hair was thick and was still curly then. His eyes were still closed ans swelling. The lips, undeniably kissable, were deep red. But the thing that most reminded me of him was his complexion - he was unexpectedly "maputi".

Bientong

I was sure then that he would be another joy - and he is. Year after that, from a very helpless tiny being, came a toddler full of joy, antics and smile. Papa's bebe, I often referred to Bien as that. He is the household's fave - his smile would make your day and his "tricks" are unbelievable. Before he turned one, he already knew how to respond to some commands like "appear", give me five, sawsaw suka, nguso, sakit ulo (dami problema), strong, sing, watch tv (concentrating on commercials) and most of all, dance (good at it!). Week before his day, I taught him to make the sign of the cross and flying kiss - guess what?! He would "amen" when commanded to pray and would do flying kiss now.

That's all for now.

On His Own

"When wings are grown, birds and children fly away" - Chinese Proverb

It's a cliche. Time flies so fast. Each in everyone of us, nothwithstanding the events/scenario we were into, can attest to that. In a matter of time, my children would soon have their own wings and leave. Of course, that do not sink in their tiny brain nerve for now. Questions on how's and why's are enormous that you surrender them to bed. My little Bien is always busy on his run around the bedroom before our bedtime, exactly why he doesn't care at all. But my Kuya John Dale, he is 6 now and somehow, above his theories on "not-so-much sensible" issues and events, can be discussed with future and family, on a "not-so-much-adult-level" of course.

We were sitting by the street and waiting for a ride. He knows me when I am pondering something - he just knew it so he asked. I explained to him that I am thinking about our family, some relatives and so much of their future. That for some mistakes, in a way, made our lives not so pleasant. We both opted to be silent and continued waiting for some more minutes. He went to the middle of the street and looked both sideways - hoping for ride to come. "Ang dami na nating pinagdaanan, Ma, no?", he suddenly told me. Stunned by his remarks, I asked him "Ano ba un?"....so he enumerated. Most part of his enumerations were his experiences as a child. Few part of it brought me back to where we started. My "pinagdaanan" with him.

It didn't occur to me as a child that when I became a mother, I would be as emotional as this. At that remark, I shed a tear. True to its sense that for 6 years of his life we have gone through a lot. 6 more years and I am not exactly sure if i can speak to him like this. He would be probably thinking of something else or busy with gadgets and personal problems too.

Nakakalungkot.

Face Warp

Do you know this feature in CP with cameras? Wherein pics could be warped and made into funny faces...

Oh well, that's how Bien looks like everytime he hums a song. There is a chinovela in Ch.7 entitled "Love of the Condor Heroes" and "Pangako" by S. Cuneta is their themesong. He just loves to hum this song. Nakakawala talaga ng problema ang hitsura nya. And also the song "High" by The Speaks.

Birthday Afternoon

I came home early last Friday. I planned to fetched him from school but he was already home when I arrived.

Told him to get dressed because we were going to church and probably to SM, so he can play at Quantum (our most visited part of SM). I would not anymore enumerate the why's and the but's while he was dressing up because John Dale has an endless list of them that sometimes irritate me. Anyway, as we were hearing the Priest's sermon, he started to ask the following:

1. Why do we have to go to church where we can already pray at home?
2. How can Papa Jesus accomodate all the prayers? Was he able to answer them?
3. Why his "mamaso" does not heal easily? Does God heal other children's illness first? Do the sick people line up first before God heals them one by one?
4. Why the Priest's servant bowed at him? Is the priest the king to be served?
5. Why killing oneself would not send us to heaven? Don't we go to heaven after death? So what's the difference if our death is caused by sickness or killing oneself?

We were at the church but we were murmuring and discussing these things. Grrrrr!
With my P650, I just planned to treat him at Jollibee and let him play nga sa Quantum. But he has other things in mind. Since it was his day, I respected his opinion. He wanted to canvass for this white shoes first with 2 lining on the side and that lights every time he walks. We spent an hour before we finally settle for a Popeye branded shoes - that looks exactly as he wanted it. It caused me P450.00. Less expensive than his other options. But still it hurt my pocket coz that's all we got then.The fare would be P15, which I intend to leave at least in my wallet.Then we went straight to the supermarket to buy something for dinner.Then immediately after we ate at hotdogan.
Siempre, suot na nya ung shoes pag uwi. Pinagyabang na sa lahat ng kakilala nya.
Kids...tsk,tsk,tsk!

John Dale's 6th Birthday

Yes, this day is his 6th birthday. Happy Birthday to my first born. Love you anak!

For 6 years now, he has been a source of joy, strength and direction.

I pray to God that He allows you to reach your dreams, that you become God-fearing, respectful and good-hearted person, with strong will and mind.

Crayons

I almost beat him last night. I brought home printed labels for his notebook and noticed that his crayon I just bought, along with his pencils, eraser and sharpener, were not in his bag. I was screaming at the top of my lungs while he clasped his hands as he narrated that he has not seen those things in his bag before he even went to school yday.Good his papa came over and attested that he, too, did not see them.Stupid me, I was not able to actually put them in the bag but put them aside, near the laundry. Eow....

But his other offense was inexcusable. Seen his writings but no remarks of the teacher - his reasoning...becoz the line was long. Told him even then, he should have lined up so that his teacher could see his work. Reasoning - "e baket ikaw, nung mahaba ang pila sa MRT, hindi na tayo bumili ng ticket?", lesson here - show example about not giving up and patience.

Haaay...

And about this cute little angel, his teeth are now showing off. As in 8 tooth ata un na sabay sabay tumutubo. Sakit mangagat. With him, parang makakatipid ako. He can eat rice even without viand.Pero grabe ang kasibaan.Gustong makisalo sa bawat kumakain.

You would love him if he shows this antic - he would grit his teeth and fist closed when you command him "strong!".Lalo na pag nag-nguso...kakatuwa.

He already knew how to count while grinning back at you. And how he loves this new rexona commercial - wherever he may be, pag narinig nya un, he would rush in front of the tv and dance all the way. With matching clapping pa un.

Til next development. Tulog muna ako.

Change of mind

I decided to change the title of this blog and the things that will be posted here too.

Deisonline will be about anything else aside from motherhood and all the antics and challenges that go with it.

Wala lang...parang journal naming tatlo apat.

How we conquer life and how life brought us together.

Basically, "Tales of a Yearning Mother" would be our day to day account of events, as everday log. No holds barred. I recently realized, as a working mom, no matter how hard i tried to catch up with their passing days, I am missing a lot. (I would create another post for these "missing parts").

Oh, how would i love to share the kids with you guys, how motherhood can make or break somebody, and these kids (not just mine) can be so irresistably adorable and irritating at the same time.

Hope you can come with me...as I travel along with the lives of JD,Bien and Sensui.