This morning, during breakfast, as I was having a conversation w/Emma about slavery in history and the cost of freedom, she asked, “wow. Really? Mamam, were you alive in the 1800s?” The conversation was spurred from last night’s school timeline project. Emma had to research an African American who has greatly impacted our nation. She chose someone from history, so I suggested Harriet Tubman, the “Moses of her People”. At first, it would have been nice to have chosen someone from the science or entertainment field but there’s something deep within the pages of history. I wanted her to know more about the Underground Railroad and ways the slaves used to escape and why they escaped. That’s really the crux of the matter isn’t it? Freedom. The cost of freedom. I want her to realize that freedom isn’t everywhere. Even in the 2000s, people are still in metaphoric shackles struggling to be free.
Emma has participated in two of her violin concerts already- one in the fall and then one in Christmas. I missed her Christmas concert due to a mandatory Christmas Cantata final rehearsal in SJ. Last Saturday, Emma played in her first solo recital, playing “O Come Little Children”. This is Emma after she got her violin tuned, practicing a little before the solo recitals started. I wanted to stay upstairs so I can get an aerial picture of her playing, but as the student before her was playing, I saw her look back to find me, making sure I was present to see her play her piece. I knew that if I went upstairs, she would be sad if she realized I was nowhere in the room, so I stayed downstairs for her. Surely enough, right before she played, she quickly gazed my way. Good choice. Phew. As she played, I smiled. I know this is just the beginning of her relationship with the violin, but like a great wedding, your heart swells up with all the hopes you have for the couple. As she played, I already had visions of teenage Emma playing her violin at school concerts. I […]
Emma was worried about having too much homework and still having to read for 20 mins. So I suggested that she take a break from homework so we could read together. I chose her devotions book. How fitting the lesson that we learned! She was so surprised God knew how ro reach her so specifically. After we read this, she said, “God really is everywhere,” then didn’t mind going back to finishing her homework.
Emmanuelle, when you were 7, you’d point out every bull rush you’d see from your carseat. You’d always ask me if we could stop and get some, for a good half of your 7th year. So finally, we went to Michael’s and bought you your own fake plants to put in front of our house so you’d always smile every day when you see them. (image: Bull Rush by Cei Peterson)
Emma: Mamam, I think God was pushing me today on the swings during recess.Me: How do you know?Emma: Because I was going so high and I was singing songs to Him about nature. I was looking around me and saw all the things He made and wanted to sing.Me: Why didn’t you want to play with your friends?Emma: Because I want to talk with my Father.Me: That’s sweet Emma.Zienne: Ate. Are you sure it wasn’t Pastor Ding ??
Emma had to put items in a shoe box that dealt with a specific topic, all of which she had to talk about in her class, so she chose Philippines. I’m really proud of her for choosing this all on her own, even excited with all the things she had in mind to show her classmates. So we found and included the following for her presentation: a picture of her at Camiguin Beach: to show the pristine white sands and clear gradient of the water of the Philippines a picture of her at Bukidnon, ziplining: to show the attractions and adventures, hot spots for tourists a picture of dancers in Marawi: to show the rich culture of music and dance where her dad grew up pastillas candy: to show the love for food, with delicious treats and tastes handkerchief: to display the beauty of the textiles and patterns of the Phils. a Mindanao State University shirt: to show her pride of where her grandparents work and where her dad grew up and studied This was a great way to show her even just the skim of who she is…I hope little by little, she will have the curiosity to learn […]
Last night, my oldest daughter revealed to me: “Mamam, there are a lot of people who don’t believe in God. I think it’s going to be very hard to find a boy who loves God.” Emma is not boy crazy at all. At seven, hopefully it’s not even on her radar, but like most little girls, she observes the dynamics between her dad and me, wanting to follow my footsteps eventually in becoming a wife and mother. She once asked me who she should marry, ever since she was four years old. I always told her my two main criteria. That he should love God above everything That he should love her above himself I gave her examples of her dad, how he loves me and how it manifests, how he sacrifices for it. I also told her, as much as possible, to find someone like her dad. Anyways, going back to her initial comment about not finding someone who loves God, I told her for the very first time not to worry about it because God’s already preparing him for her even if she won’t know who he is for a very long time. She was in a calm […]