Caroleen’s Treasures

Our day went pretty well except for a little stress in my part as a stage mother. Tomorrow and Friday will be Ella’s final examinations for the first semester and I am quite horrified what mark she would have in her report card at the end of this semester. I have given to Donald the duty of reviewing her on her lessons since I got a very short patience and as a choleric person, I want her to get right away what we are studying about. But I promise to myself I work on this one; I am trying to level myself with my 5-year-old. I called her after I made the reviewers and we studied peacefully but as minutes passed by, I began to feel I need to turn this over to Donald.  

To be able to say I also did my part, I made the reviewer for my father and daughter. I also wrote on top of the paper some instructions how to let Ella understand it better. I called her after I made the reviewers and we studied peacefully but as minutes passed by, I began to feel I need to turn her over to Donald.  How come I know how but I do not know how. I mean, I do know how to teach a child but I do not know how to do it. :roll: I am just too afraid to try to do it, I might just terrorize my daughter. He is the kind of girl that seemed she doesn’t know but she’ll surprise you the next day. I do not know why, but Ella is like that. She would appear to be out of herself during study time and yet she could answer you the following day as if it was all in her head for a long time.

Today we accomplished one mission-the laundry. I started sorting the clothes from the laundry baskets, throwing them in different piles according to colors on the floor, when Ella and Donald are leaving for school at 7:45am. Donald left to fetch Ella at 9:45am and he brought me home some fish balls from the local vendor. We gobbled it up and this kept us from going and going and going until we are done at 1:30pm.

After our late lunch, ’twas time for a nap. I was surprised that the neighbor did not run his machine and decided to take this great opportunity to have a wonderful nap. But I failed. While Donald and Ella were off to Lalaland, I was in the dining table sobbing. I had Ella’s towel on hand to avoid any disaster. As if I can flood the whole house with my tears.  Well, I am just thinking about my sister’s final exam tomorrow. I could not send her money at this time since I already have shelled 2,500 last month from our savings and we are down to zero. And then there’s this guilt that we could not go home to our hometown for All Saints Day. I really feel awful because we weren’t able to visit my mother’s grave during her 2nd death anniversary. We also missed the cousins and relatives back there and we are looking forward for this holiday to be able to bond with them again. Then there’s my uncle who is very ill with complications with diabetes that we really wanted to see before he dies. These are the reasons of my drama this afternoon. After realizing I am pregnant, I went to lie beside them and tried to close my eyes.

I didn’t even realize I slept until I woke up. It was not yet 6pm but it was dark. Weather is driving us crazy since morning. Donald would bring the clothes under the shade when the skies would turn dark, then he would bring them out in the open when sun would come out shining. While Donald was collecting and putting the still-damp laundry on the rack and I was trying to do some sort of getting rid of the weeds on the path to the chapel, I told him my worries and that I cried. I know he really wanted to go home, he was the one insisting that for months now. Yet he made me feel alright when he said we will not make the trip back to my hometown so we could send the money to my sister which should be for our fare.

So the problem was solved. Oh not actually solved yet because we still do not have money at hand. I will send what I earned from blogging and that would be next week. I am always a great believer of “better late than never.” But at least I could sleep well now that I know Donald is again with me on this. He is the man!

Oh I almost forgot what my sweet 5-year-old has told me that melted my heart. Last night while we are snuggling together, she told me “Mommy, ‘wag mo akong kalimutan ha?” (Mommy, do not forget about me.) I said of course I won’t and who could forget a daugther like her. Then I asked why she asked that. She said, “Wala lang, baka kasi makalimutan mo ako pagdating ni ading.” (Nothing, I just thought you might forget me when my baby brother arrives.) I never thought she has that in mind because she was actually super excited and never been showing some signs of insecurities. And although we are assuring her from time to time that she will forever be our Princess, she might just need to hear it again last night.

After I kissed her and hugged her one last time, she again surprised me by saying “Mommy, pag matanda ka na at may anak na ako….pasyalan mo ako palagi sa bahay namin ha?” (Mommy, when you are old and I have kids…..please visit me always at home, okay?) Whose heart would not melt with these lines from a 5-year-old? Of course I promised her that I’d be like Mamang Eling (my mom) who doesn’t care how far it is from our hometown to the city just to see us especially her.

Got to go! Should check acne treatment.