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.
We will now have two kids in school. You would often hear parents “Don’t grow up too fast!” or “Where did time go?” in relation to bringing up kids. One minute they’re tiny, the next they’re spreading their wings and flying away from their nest. I’ve had these moments every time Mischa tries on thing after thing. But now it is the bunso‘s turn. Come August, she’ll join the throngs of school children. Earlier this month, we had her assessed at Mischa’s old pre-school, and been found that she can start toddler class. It is safe to say that she aced the “entrance exam”.
Some might say she maybe too young since she’ll be two months shy of being 3 by the time class opens. As with Mischa, there is really no pressure about her academics. For both of them, I just want the opportunities to learn and explore. As early as now, I want to expose her to the world, no matter how little the world maybe to her at this time. For her to just go beyond the confines of our house, and not be limited to our circle, her toys, and the gadgets around. And mostly, I just wish for her to have an alternative venue to expend her energies creatively.
Sometimes I feel sad that I could never again nurture another human being inside my body. Despite the physical pain, not to mention the finances babies bring, I have never felt more powerful when bringing into this world another human being who would someday change the world. While we did not have concrete plans of having another baby, it makes me wistful that that opportunity is now gone forever. I said goodbye to my 3-kilo myoma, which I’ve been carrying around for the last 7 years or so, but at the same time, I bid adieu to the chance of contributing to humanity again. I am healthier but there’s regret eating me up from the inside. It is sad that to make myself stronger, I had to give up my future kid(s).