It was our first time to come up onstage for the recognition program at Mischa’s school, and I know this wouldn’t be the last (claiming it, thank you Lord!). The award is actually for last school year’s achievement, where our beloved little big girl is awarded the silver medal. We got the good news sometime last summer, and now, we again beamed with pride as we placed that medal around her neck.
I’ve always said that Mischa is not the industrious type, and I am happy more than anything that she is smart, and can make it in the real world because what she knows are things beyond the books and test papers. And anak, maybe it’s the gold medal next year, if you try to be more serious with school work? No pressure though 🙂
I love you and bunso beyond words! Congratulations on this feat!
Classmates and friends since pre-school
Because of several days’ rain, school activities of both kids were pushed, and incidentally were held at the same time. Just my luck that both of them would hold the culmination activities of their respective school’s Buwan ng Wika. Both of them needed to bring native Filipino dishes that are not normally within my cooking range. So I cheated a bit and used instant mixes hehe. Still, I had to get up at an ungodly hour to prepare and cook because I couldn’t do it the night before for fear that the food will spoil.
For Ate Mischa, she was picked to bring Ginataang Isda (whose kids eat ginataan??)
Maxine, on the other hand, was supposed to bring palabok.
They were not bad really. But why couldn’t have gotten paper plates, or disposable utensils. lol.
We didn’t get to go with Maxine because I’ve been on leave for several days because Mama was sick (more on that later). But we were able to go with Mischa before the Parada ng Lahi of students in their native costumes started. And while I see her everyday, I still marvel everytime at how fast she is growing! What happened to my baby??
With her friends and classmates:
We finished the first week of Toddler class last week, and now halfway through the second. And I am still proud to say that we have yet to witness tears or tantrums in school. Hooray! At one time or another, all of her classmates have cried for their mommies/grandmas/nannies, and the latter have spent time inside the classroom to hold the toddlers’ hand or dry their tears. So far, this has never happened to our spiffy little girl. One boy even cried for one whole week! This has, however, prevented us from going inside the classroom ourselves so we haven’t witnessed any of her classes. One lola (who is now Mama’s kumare haha) reported to us (when her charge cried and she got to go inside) that Maxine is so participative in class. Hayayay, I wish I could see her, but I rest knowing that my baby is doing well. Last Friday, we also got her very first assessment from her teachers. Yay!
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.
Technically, we already finished the first week of school. Literally, though, since there is a typhoon and rains have been non-stop, classes have been suspended for three days now. So really, we were in school, what, 3 hours this week.
We arrived a little later than usual on this first day of classes so I wasn’t able to go inside the classroom with her and take her photos. Which is just too well since she’s not a small girl anymore (tissue please, this is the part where I want to bawl like a baby 😦 ) Since the teacher was already inside, and the kids were pretty much settled down, I was reduced to taking photos from beyond the glass windows (which renders photos grainy and all).
It was also a mark of how the kids are growing and maturing that they were quieter and more subdued on the first day of class instead of running around and talking at the top of their lungs.
Also, Mischa’s school is adjusting to the new cycle of the academic year that starts mid-year, instead of the traditional June. Classes would then be off around the 3rd week of May, instead of the usual March. So I don’t really know what our summer next year would be like.
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.
We just came from school, and to sum it up:
Proud and overwhelmed!