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baby diaries: 5

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Mom friends at the office are organising a small get together this Friday in celebration of our motherhood. Five years. You’re five. I’ve been a mother for five years. Somehow it feels so surreal as it feels like it was just yesterday that you were kicking inside my tummy. Now YOU’RE the one asking for a baby boy inside MY tummy (tall order, little one). 

Five. Truth be told, I feel (and know) I’m very far from being the perfect Mom. Sometimes, I feel like I’m so hard and strict on you. But I’m learning by the day little love, and you are teaching me too. 

I love your laughter. And your tight hugs. And your sweet kisses (which are sometimes too wet!). And your thoughtfulness. And your empathy. At your tender age of 4, you have comforted me several times, patting my back and my head. In those times, I have only gratitude – thankful of how God has made you and how He is honing you for the future He has planned for you. 

During bath time this evening, I asked you what’s your birthday wish. You had an easy answer – love, laughter (you demonstrated it too). 

With that kind of birthday wish, I’d say I am a blessed Mom. 

Grow up well, Anak. We wish you beauty inside and out, love, passion, a faithful soul, and a kind heart. 

baby diaries: the first time you shared your broken heart

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No, this isn’t about your first crush. And I know as well that this isn’t the first time that you got broken hearted with a friend. I still remember that morning during your second year in daycare (1 yr old class Futaba gumi) when you reached out to embrace your girl best friend when you saw her arrive, only to be pushed away roughly, just because she was still not in the mood. How you cried then. My heart cried with you too. 

Your broken heart today was also with a friend. For the first time, you shared with me your feelings about something that happened to you at daycare. That how one of your girl friends laughed at your right big toe that still has the flaking blue nail polish. You said you were both embarrassed and angry. I hugged you then and asked you again how you felt. Was happy when you said you feel better with the hug. 

Saw it as a chance too to teach you the lesson that we should not laugh at other people. That it’s not funny. That you should make a stand and tell the other person how it isn’t funny. 

And I warmed as I see you getting passionate and saying that in daycare, Japanese is spoken so you should speak in the language. Asked you how to say in Japanese. And then you translated what you ought to say, perfectly (笑った、だめ!!); complete with the right expression on your face and your hands in your hips. 

We did still remove your nail polish but I hope that you learned and will stand up for yourself against bullies. 

Be brave my lovely little one. 

life with a kindergartener: in which Yui’s EQ is higher than mine

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When I saw the My Little Pony plush toys on Sony Plaza I was totally ecstatic. Thought it’s the perfect gift for Yui for her birthday. But it’s still early July, her birthday’s still three months away. So every week I made sure to drop by the store to check if the set was still there. 

And then last week Twilight Sparkle was gone! I instantly grabbed Fluttershy and Rarity and then looked for a staff so I could order Twilight Sparkle. But then that day Daddy was on business trip which means Yui and I will have dinner out which means there’ll be more time for Yui to ask what the package is for. However, I just couldn’t let go. Crossing my fingers that Yui will not ask what the big paperbag is for, I went ahead and bought and ordered the plushies. 

Whilst picking Yui up, and on our way to the restaurant, there wasn’t any fuss. But while waiting for our food, boredom hit her and it was then she noticed the package and asked about it. Of course I was very excited to see her excited reaction so I was almost holding my breath when I told her that it was Mom and Dad’s gift for her birthday. But that since her birthday is still in September, she couldn’t open it yet. Her shoulders dropped, her cheerful face frowning as she let out a sigh after “Aaaahhh”.

But that’s that. Within thirty seconds after my explanation, she readily and cheerfully said, “OK!”.

I let out a gasp. What?! And in my head, I was like, “oh please force me to let you open it. Please please please”. 

But Yui moved on and didn’t force me anymore. Now I’m the one suffering because my EQ is not enough to last me till September. 

Twilight Sparkle arrived three days ago. Now considering to give the plushies this weekend. I-could-not-stand-the-thrill-anymore. 

baby diaries: Orion’s Belt and us

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We were relaxing at our cottage by the beach, resting after our daylong travel and mentally prepping ourselves for your Ninang Maha’s wedding the following day. The evening was balmy, the night sky clear. The stars were beautiful to look at from our hammock and I pointed out to you the Orion’s Belt. I wanted to tell you that those stars were meaningful to me. That way back when I was lonely and away from loved ones (and most especially that time when your Daddy and I still live away from each other), I just look up and look at the Belt and I’d smile, be comforted; knowing my loved ones can also see the same stars, that we are under the same sky.

But that story would be too long given the moment we had right there at the hammock. So I just told you that you can remember the stars as us – Daddy, Mommy, you; thinking and hoping the stars will also comfort you as it did me. Then you smiled and giggled. 

Last night, we saw your wound, one which we couldn’t determine from whence it came, arrayed in such a way as the Orion’s Belt. I laughed and pointed this out to you. And then you said with a smile, “Daddy, Mommy and Yui, ne”. 

Was awestruck with how you remembered our tender moment at the hammock in our beach cottage. Yet again a reminder for me to always thread gently  and lovingly where you are concerned. 

life with a toddler: night person

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You chose a long bedtime story for tonight. But I couldn’t skip pages because  you were quick to see if I skipped a few pages. So, I tried another technique: I just read the page on the right then tried to turn to the next page. But you complained loudly that I didn’t read the left side. How you knew exactly what huh page I didn’t read (since you couldn’t read yet) I have no idea. But I’m mighty proud of you my child. 

One thing though. There’s this one phrase that throughout my childhood and adolescence Papa kept on shouting at me late at night: JOJI KATULOG NA!! (JOJI, GO TO SLEEP!!!). It’s the very same line I use with you now. Don’t you just love it?