Moving and moving forward

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.


I am proud of Mischa’s newest achievement, and that is the completion of her basic Nihonggo class. She took up ten sessions of an hour each, and toiled really hard for these. Hard because the classes were held on Saturdays so she felt that she’s being deprived of her time for normal kids’ activities on weekends. But as a family, we decided to encourage her because a foreign language is always useful, and finally, she’s done! I know that speaking the language must be reinforced so she doesn’t forget. We’ll definitely try. Congratulations, anak!

Called to Love

A few weeks back, Mischa’s school held a post-Valentine concert. Being the supportive parents we are, we trooped to watch her (and the whole school) perform musical numbers. Unfortunately, we were so far back, and it was dark when her class performed, that I didn’t see her singing and dancing at all. Plus, as she is one of the tallest, she normally is positioned at the back. Being petite myself, I didn’t realize before now that being tall could be disadvantageous. lol. The dad was able to go near enough, and recorded it so at least I got to watch it later on.

Quezon City field trip

Last Friday was Mischa’s first foray into the Metro without Mommy or Daddy as parents were not allowed to join their field trip. And we survived, hooray! Me, my heart is still intact because it was beating like crazy the whole day wondering where they are, and what and how they were doing. And as a parent, you can’t just relax when your 7-year old kid is out there in the jungle with wolves, lions and what-nots about to pounce. You began creating scenarios in your head about total strangers snatching them away from the watchful eyes of teachers, or receiving phone calls that they involved in an accident, well, you get the drift. I am one crazy mother! I just let her go because I know that she will enjoy and learn a lot, the school has assured us of their safety, and that she will be more independent. So I sacrificed my sanity for one day (about 12 hours), crossed my fingers, and said a whole lot of prayers.

One saving grace was one of my former classmate in high school is a teacher at their school, and she began posting on social media some photos of them. Whew! That assuaged some of my anxieties, and I began breathing a little easier as soon as I began seeing them.

I couldn’t tell you what happened all day but I could say that she had fun! The only thing I got appalled at, was the state of her lunch box when she went home. It looked like she didn’t touch her food, save for 2 packs of biscuits. Hay anak!





It’s more fun in the second grade

The challenges are getting harder by the minute, and the struggle in our household during study time has become more real. But the rewards are also so worth every hardship. I feel bad whenever we come home late from work, and could only scrape so much time for her studying during weekends in between chores. And as any normal kid would, she’d rather play than pore over her lessons at home.

Still, I am happy with the results. She could do better, sure. But as a family, we could only do so much, and pray to the Lord to guide her.