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Mom, where’s the glue?!

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Yesterday we received yet again one of those do-it-yourself crafts freebie from your daycare; more often than not, they actually come with advertisements. Nonetheless, the free crafts are worth it.

I was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner when you asked me where the glue was. I couldn’t spare a hand (and eyes and feet) so I asked you to look for it yourself. You couldn’t find it so you just tried to do something else.

A couple of hours later while I’m cleaning the kitchen, you happily announced you found the glue (of course I was happy to see you were persistent).

And then you called me.

And with beaming eyes, gave me this.

It’s already 11pm but with your gift, I feel like I could work yet another full day; energised as I was with your sweetness.

Thank you my dearest.

Mommy, you’re so beautiful!

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It’s Saturday morning and we all slept late. You, always the last to wake up every morning, was even the first one who woke up first. We had a late breakfast and then I started to do the house chores.

I was walking around, carrying some laundry, put it down the sofa, then I pulled up my hair with my hand, trying to remember what I was planning to do next. Then you spoke up;

Mommy, you look soooo beautiful!

You said it with so much awe in your eyes and you looked beaming with pride that I almost felt embarrassed, feeling I don’t deserve such a compliment. Especially since I haven’t even washed my face yet nor had I even brushed my hair.

Thank you my dearest. I am ever grateful for you.

life with a kindergartener: Yui got the gold medal

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When I arrived at the daycare and was putting on my owabaki, as I glanced inside the Teachers’ room, I saw another class’ head teacher signal to your head teacher that I have arrived. Your head teacher then got out and approached me with a serious face.

Her first line was that she has a good news for me. But I was very confused because her face was very serious and hence I could not expect there really is a good news coming. And as she went on, I understood why her face was serious.

It was because you got the Gold medal in a drawing contest among almost 300 four- and five-year olds.

Your daycare have 13 branches and on September, there will be a festival gathering all daycares. As part of the program, there is a drawing contest. Sometime in this August, all four-year-olds and five-year-olds were asked to draw something. I understood that the theme was to draw what each of you would like to become. You drew an ostrich. And your drawing won, not only because of the quality of drawing but also because of the composition.

Your head teacher asked if I’d like to see a photo of your work on their camera or whether I can wait during the awarding ceremony during the festival. EQ test!! I chose the latter and goodness, how difficult it is now. Awarding is still a month away!!!!

But, oh baby, I am soooo proud of you. And to think I never did anything at help you in this contest endeavour. You did a great job. Your head teacher, Sugawara, doesn’t even think it’s due to her teaching.

It’s all because of your own effort and imagination.

I’m proud of you. And thank you for working hard.

life with a kindergartener: slightly not fun

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As we walked toward the bus stop, I asked you how was your day. With twinkling eyes and a beautiful smile, you said it was such a fun day today at daycare.

And I smiled back, thankful that you enjoyed your day with friends.

But you suddenly said, that somehow, it was slightly less fun.

Concerned, I asked you why.

Hugging my arm tightly, and looking up at me with those round, expressive eyes, you said, “it would have been more fun if I were with you”.

You melt my heart baby.

baby diaries: you really are my daughter

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Apart from our shared dislike with peach, I learned recently that you have some traits that seemed to be a mirror of mine.

I bought you some new leggings and you pointed out that somebody-chan at daycare have a blouse with the same print as your leggings. I used to remember what somebody (at the office) wore at which day.

Then today, when you were playing with a branch and you called it えだ, I asked you what is it in English. You tilted your head sideways and said, “it starts with a “b””. This had me laughing right out loud because that’s what I do when I forget words. I often remember what letter it starts with, what letter it ends with, and how many letters are there on that word but I-could-not-remember the actual word. How weird is that?!?

You are my daughter alright.

Oh, the Places You’ll Go! Daycare Year 5

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We’re here. Finally you’re in the oldest class in daycare; たいよう組. Years from now, you’ll understand what an emotional point this is for me. Was able to talk to Hitonari’s Mom today and we were talking how now your class is the eldest when it seemed like it was only yesterday that you were crawling around, the youngest in the school.

It was almost symbolic actually because for the first time, you chose what to wear for today and prepared it the night before. I didn’t have to make you hurry too. In fact, you dragged me to walk faster. How much you’ve grown. And for that matter I was surprised the spring pants you’re wearing was already inches short on you when it was still a little bit long when you wore it last in autumn.

This year will be busy as we will be preparing for when you enter elementary school. But as I keep on saying, let’s enjoy the present; live the present.

Grow well, Anak. Love. Laugh. God bless you.

PS (March 30)

I learned today that your head teacher last year (my favourite!) is also your head teacher this year. I’m totally ecstatic. We owe it to her that you could seamlessly read your hiragana and katakana really fast. And you could write too!

And since this year will be full packed with activities and preparations, I am truly thankful she’s your head teacher. In hindsight though, I think the school staff thought it best that she still be your class’ head sensei because they can see our rapport. I probably am difficult to handle for them…and somehow, her level of strictness coincides with mine. Hence, I’m thankful and excited!