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.
To Everyone who wrote for ‘Dear Emma’ I’M SO OVERWHELMED BY THE LOVE YOU’VE ALL SHOWN MY DAUGHTER. I know writing a letter and mailing it may have been an inconvenience but you’ve really made a little darling girl SOOOO happy every time she got a letter in the mail. It’s little things like this that can make such a huge impact on a little girl and I know she’ll remember it for a very long time, and even more so when she rereads the letters when she’s even a bit older, more understanding and appreciating. All I can say is God bless you guys for this small act of love. It definitely went a long way, even with her reading skills. We’ll try to do it again next year :). Heart you all! Sweet Mentions and Thank You Thank you MK Fabila for the postcard, Also, thank you for the international postcard! Emma says she wants to make a postcard collection which is a keen idea indeed! Ninong Jacob Christian De Leon for the postcard all the way from Singapore. Also, thanks for the sri lanka postcard and facts! It’s always good to hear from you since you’re such the jet setter. Kuya Josiah (Abet […]
Boo! This Halloween was a little more exciting because it was Emma’s first time participating in her school parade. It was also Zi’s first time Trick or Treating. AND, it was our first time as a family going to Chelsea Market to experience their “halloween” chelsea market style. We started out our Friday attending Em’s school costume parade where we doted, following her as she marched in a circle with her classmates. I have to admit that afterwards, Emma admitted that she was a little embarrassed that her loving and doting dad followed her as she walked, taking pictures and video. I had to explain to her that it was an exciting time, seeing her so confident with her friends, at her school. I told her that as she gets older, she’s going to admire that about her dad more and more. I did tease Perze a little, but I’m so blessed with how much he dotes on his daughters, supporting them in everything they do and everything they take interest in. After her parade, we signed her out early so we can drive up to NY, to see Chelsea market, all decked out with halloween decor, hired entertainers, and […]
Every day we: Pray while walking to the bus stop. Give her a kiss goodbye remind her to raise her hand and participate Ask her who she sat/played with at lunch/recess Ask her if anything special happened during the day. Remind her that we’re proud of her. Check to see if she has homework. Have her read a little. Have “spending time” when we can just cuddle & talk with her. So far, she LOVES school. Despite her sometimes fatigued body in the morning and objections to eat efficiently, she doesn’t complain about going to school. She looks forward for it, sincerely, because she’s made friends and she enjoys the new activities each day. She also likes her teacher, from what I gather, is fair to all the kids, encouraging and patient. Em’s made friends with her first day “bully” and even now considers him a good looking boy with great hair. Hmmm…I guess she’s a hair kind of girl. hahaha. She’s also made quite the impression on this boy at her bus stop. They don’t have class together, but he seems to be quite smitten by her. By what she’s disclosed about him, apparently, she’s already gotten a […]
there’s no one better than you you are so amazing, you’re so amazing you make the animals alive, you made us alive, and the plants alive and we always love you Jesus there’s nothing like you but we always have this melody’s song for this melody’s song is for you. this song is for you, Jesus you are good to us, so good we love you Jesus and Jesus thank you for our faces and melodies there’s nothing like you, I love you Jesus Oh Jesus you are great to us that you love us, I know that you care about us there’s nothing like you, we love you Jesus ———————- I overheard Emma singing this after school today. it was too late to grab a camera, so i quickly typed what I heard. word for word. It shows that even young kids can experience His love and has their own understanding of His goodness.
My beloved daughter, Emmanuelle, is officially in kindergarten. Her first day wasn’t as bad, for her! hahah. When asked how her day went, she excitedly recounted fun stories. When asked if she cried, she nonchalantly responded, no. This was not the response the night before her 1st day, when she cried before going to bed, asking why moms weren’t allowed to come with their sweethearts. After a tiresome spur of the moment trip to Great Adventure that day, to celebrate her last day of scholastic freedom, I used a very simple metaphor to ease her feelings of emotional attachment. I explained that going to school is like going on a big ride in Great Adventure. I’d be there to bring her to the line, prepare her for the ride, put her seatbelt on, and make sure she’s safely secure. Then I’d wait for her outside of the gates, as she would enjoy the thrill of the ride, by herself. And afterward, at the end of the ride, I would be waiting, smile on my face, pride in my heart, for her. School is that exciting ride for her. And after I explained it to her, she quieted down, I guess […]
One of Emma’s favorite stories that I constantly recount is the day of her birth. When she’s sad, and is difficult to console, I’ll quickly jump to that memory, and she’ll quiet down, stop the sniffling, and bury herself in the warmth of my recollection. That day was five years ago. I was 25 and wasn’t prepared at all of what motherhood entailed. I never knew what sacrifice actually felt like until it manifested at that moment I held her in my arms. I knew at that specific moment that my life was for her. My life was not just my own, but all my decisions would somehow compose and impact her make up. Her life was so fragile, and at five years, it still is, even more so, because her comprehension, emotions, cognition, self esteem is somehow affected by me. Every time I look at her changing face, I know it’s slowly morphing, even as I look. The shape is elongating. Her smiles are changing her look and revealing more complex emotions. Before, as a baby, it was simple to know whether or not she was happy. Now, sometimes a smile can be forced, or secretly trying to hide […]