The newest addition to our extended family, Samuel Matteo, was baptized last weekend. I am honored to be chosen as one of his godmothers. Matteo is very, very special, most especially to his parents who have long awaited his arrival. My cousin and her husband has had to endure the deaths of earlier babies and babies who were conceived but did not have heartbeats. Losing an unborn child myself, I could understand their longing, and theirs is magnified many times over. I know how it feels to have your happiness snatched from you by your fingertips.
But their happiness is very evident now as they hold their Baby Matteo close to their hearts. He is their happy ending. And who knows, there might be more after him.
Welcome baby! You are loved and cherished.
There is nothing more heartbreaking that seeing your child in pain, much more if it is inflicted so that she will get better 😦 It literally feels as if you heart is torn as each needle, catheter, medicine, etc. enters her little body. I would gladly take on all the pain when you helplessly see your offspring like that as she cries her heart out and looks at you and calls you mommy. So, so gut wrenching! We didn’t even think she was that bad of a shape when we brought her for a routine check up to accompany her Ate. Turns out that her vomiting episodes that morning brought her to a state of moderate dehydration already.
There was no energy left in her after being spent as doctors and nurses inserted all those devices in her. I could only hug her tight and whisper to her that everything will be alright and that mommy is beside her. I pray with all my heart that neither of them get sick anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, especially since this is Maxine’s third time to be hospitalized.
After three days, we were finally given the go signal to go home. I was rewarded with this smile, and thank the Almighty for His healing hands.
Woot woot for the baby bunso!
So proud and happy of her improvements in school. The good grades are a bonus. But more importantly, our hearts swelled during the parent-teacher conference when her class adviser told us how her speech has expanded by leaps and bounds. Also, at this stage, she is showing signs of being a good leader. Among her peers, she is still the only one who doesn’t cry when no one around is familiar, and she has also mastered her class’ daily routine.
Good job, baby! Keep it up!
Now, we have to admit that our darling Ate needs help with her academics. Like me, Math seems to be her waterloo. I hope I did not pass on that horrible gene to her, but she’s having a difficult time with it. Through her primary years, she’s managed to cling on, albeit precariously, with her fingers. But alarm bells started sounding off this term when she failed several quizzes and even a long test. Add to that are working parents’ woes that we are not able to really sit down with her and review her school work, resulting to those measly performances. We thought maybe aside from lack of time, that we’re providing her with the wrong strategy that’s why she “couldn’t get it”.
So we deemed it high time to get her some help. We’ve decided to enrol her in a supplemental program that focuses specifically on Mathematics. Since there is one near us, we chose Eye Level. I will reserve on whether their program is effective. Based on their website and social media sites, they had me at “self-directed learning”, which we really hope to imbibe in Mischa since she’s already in grade school. They have individualized programs based on the needs of each child. Aside from mastering the basics, the program promises to encourage critical thinking, which I think is more important.
When we had Mischa assessed over the weekend, they provided us her strong and weak areas in Math, and from there, we discussed the kind of tutoring she will undergo. Of course we were okay with it as the assessment jives with what we’ve observed at home. She had her first session right there and then. Then she brought home some worksheets that she can answer at her own pace at home. Ideally, there should be two 45-minute sessions per week but we’ve negotiated with one 1.5-hour session weekly because we can only bring her to the center on weekends. Sad but true, but parents do what they gotta do.
Really praying that this would be a great deal help to her (and to us).
I feel a tugging of the strings that bound my kids to their Dad and I, especially with my firstborn. At third grade, event after event test my resolve as I balance between taking care of her and allowing her independence. Field trips far from our comfort zone especially do this to me. Letting her go in the “big city”, with all the good and bad elements, is enough to keep me on the edge until such time the bus docks safely back in school. Arming her with a cellphone and enough wits, trusting her teachers, and praying my heart out, I managed to survive the day sane and sound.
This must be how my mother feels every time I board a plane, even now as I near the fourth decade of my life.
And tale as old as time, Mischa and Maxine will always be babies in my heart. I will always maybe try to hold on as tight as I can even though the waves would eventually take them away from my side.
There are times when you don’t know whether to laugh and cry at the same time. Watching your two-year old start school is one of them. Our bunso entered the educational system much younger than her three-year old ate, and in so many ways, much more baby-er. She’s more into play than actual learning but that’s okay.
Some may judge us for apparently “pressuring” her to be in school so early. But…I just want to relaxed, learning environment for my baby, and who could argue with that. Better than being at home the whole day glued to the TV or gadgets if she gets tired with her toys, while we are at work and her sister is in school. What’s so bad about three hours in school with kids her age, and a licensed professional overseeing her? It’s not like she’s asked to produce top grades or anything like that.
Just a very proud moment for us. There were no tears, no separation anxiety. I was expecting a little tantrum or she would cling to me when I hand her over to teacher. It was crazy that I was sad that she was willing to let go. Haha.
My independent baby.
Oh my God! Isn’t there a slow down or pause button? I read somewhere that the “days are long but the years are short” when it comes to raising children. It couldn’t be more true as I look at my daughters, and it hits me hard usually when it’s their birthdays.
Hay Ate. What can I say? I will always say I love you over and over again until we are all blue in the face. You’ve grown from a small, makulit and temperamental kid to a young tween who has so many interests that it is getting hard to keep up. Continue honing your creativity and passion, and being a wonderful and caring Ate to Maxine. I think I am on the verge of stepping onto another developing stage in your life as you begin your eighth year in this world. While you still like toys, you now begin to get interested in the Net, not just the ones I give you permission for, but things brought about by your own curiosity. I now have to keep a closer eye on the things you watch and hear. I am getting a bit anxious to say the least, considering you are at an impressive age. You also love your crafts a lot. Even though they may get messy in the house, and we keep on badgering you, know that deep down, we are very proud of your “creations”. Keep it up baby girl, we will always support you in whatever you want to do, and help you find your niche in this world.