This is how they all started. Can you tell which one is which? Emma, Zi, Elle
Emmanuelle It’s a little difficult being the girls’ piano teacher. We’ve only really started this summer, trying to commit to every week, but the hardship is actually commiting to the lessons every week. Sometimes, I skip a week because I forget or because that night isn’t accomodating, but to be quite honest, it’s mostly my fault. I need to really treat it more professionally and not as a hobby. By fall, Emma will have violin, ballet, and piano lessons added to the weight of her school work, so I need to keep her lessons light and consistent so she doesn’t not fall behind, and me nonchalant. It was a little difficult in the beginning for her to grasp all the rules of starting piano- finger placement, right hand, left hand and remembering the use of clefs. But well into the end of summer, distinguishing notes and their timing and the start of reading notes makes more sense to her, and she is more conscious of the musical rules. She does learn music properties fairly quickly like her violin teacher had stated. Also in the beginning, what sets the difficulty for our dynamics is also how well we know each other. […]
zi: Ate, come downstairs. zem: I’m pooping! zi: Ate, poop downstairs! zem: I’m already pooping! zi: Are you already pooping downstairs? zem: no, I’m upstairs! zi: Just tell me the truth. zem: Come upstairs! zi: Nooooo! zem: I’m really mad at you Zi. **** FLUSH **** zi: Ate!!! zem: I’M COMING!!!
Things Zienne says: “PLEASE ATE! Build a castle with me?! Please? Please? It might be fun! I’m asking you a question here.” Aug.1 “mama, I know what TLC means. It means you have to fix it.” July 27 “look mama. I’m gonna be curious, then catch a dust bunny, then it disappeared!” July 24 “mamam! Can you put Netflix on the big tv? My Little Pony. Season 2!!” July 16 Me: Come at me, bro. Zienne: I’m not a bro; I’m an Ate!! June 28 “Daaaaad, do you have to exercise AGAIN?!” June 27 Emma: mamam, can we get candy? Me: No. Zi: ya. We have plenty of candy at home. June 22 Me: “zi can you shut off the tv?” Zi: “you can just press escape. Tatay taught me that. See?” June 18 ————————— Things Emma says: Perze: I asked the 7 yr old, why do you think tucking you in at night is important? her answer: because I can talk to my parents. July 22 “zienne, are you going to listen to the story or not?! Fine, you’re out of my space club.” July 9 “I love classical music. It really calms you down. Sometimes, that’s what u […]
Last night, Emma saw me in a lot of pain because of pregnancy, so she lied down next to me, grabbed my hand, and without hesitance, started praying for my comfort while crying out of concern. I am deeply moved by the hearts of my girls. Some people say it’s how she was raised, but to be honest, I can only give authorship of her heart from the One who mended her and gave her life. From the time she was a baby, I already saw glimpses of her empathy towards living things, how big forgiveness is in her, despite emotional hurt. Even when she was three and I taught her Amazing Grace, she started crying because it was a ‘sad song’. At seven, she raises questions about friendship dynamics, forgiving other kids who sometimes bully her or use her. She doesn’t make fun of other people or how they may look. And I see her naturally being an Ate to the younger kids in the church, all following her sometimes. But with me, no matter how I may get mad at her or even discipline her, she will never pridefully turn away from me. She is ready to […]
Happy Birthday, my beloved Emmanuelle. When you first came out, I remember feeling so confused as to who you were. I’ve never been a mom before, but there you were, ready to be loved whether I was ready or not. But when I held you, I knew I would do everything I could to protect you, to love you, to give you the best of what we can give, to raise you confidently, to encourage you, and to let you know how much you were loved. When all the nurses and doctors finally left, your dad and I read your life Bible verses and prayed over you, being our first dedication of your life for His glory. Your dad chose your verses. We chose your name so early on, knowing that in the beginning of our relationship, we knew that God was with us. So we gave you a name that not many girls had- Emmanuelle. We added grace because we both love that word. The first few weeks, we called you Zem because of your Lolo Perl combining Perze & Marchesa. haha. Your dad called you ‘Em-Em Poop Poop’ because of your projectile pooping ability. I called you monkey […]