Mom for a Day

Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. ~Pearl S. Buck

Yesterday, I found myself babysitting two little boys. Their dad asked me to look out for them and watch the movie Robots since he will be out of the country on a business trip. I immediately said yes because one of those boys was my student.

Kienan showed me around the house and told me lots of stories while we were eating. I found myself scolding him and telling him not to talk because his mouth was full, or to sit down properly because he might fall. Memories of my mom doing the same thing to me flashed back into my head and then it occured to me that I was being a mom.

Later on, we went to Rockwell to meet up with his younger brother Kenny who was even more hyper than Kienan. Each of them held my hand while we were strolling at the mall. I was careful and cautious even when there were two helpers with me. I did not want anything to happen to them. I realized that this was probably what mothers feel all the time...that overwhelming responsibility over those little souls.

It was only during the past few years that I have developed a harmonious relationship with my mom. To me she was the most generous person but she was also such a nagger and control freak because she screams and scolds at us most of the time. But, then again because I have gotten older, I know now that my mom just loved us so much. So when she does a little bit of both hugging and screaming..it only means that we are loved.


For all the things you've done and sacrificed for us...thanks mom...

Intoxicated

You smell of fusion
drenched in perfume
and perspiration

Your eyes move as if
you were meant just to see me
your hands hold me
and it would tame me

you're intoxicating
and I am just an addict...
for everything you stand for.



for huni, life would never be the same without you...happy monthsary!

My Little Chinese Boy

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.
To him...

a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god, and
failure is death.
--Pearl Buck


Kienan is a 6-yr. old little genius in math and english. Before I met him, I started to ask Lee on how to handle highly abled individuals or gifted children for that matter. Good thing he warned me about dealing with gifted children.

There I was thinking that it wasn't going to be that big of a task since I was to assist him only in language and arts class, an area that he was really very good at. Yet, two days of working with him was enough to make me feel drained but inside of me grows this fondness for this little chinese boy.

Kienan is usually agitated in class. If he is not stomping his feet, or walks around while the teacher is explaining, he would swallow his hand. He simply won't pay attention to his teacher. In a regular school, his actions would simply convey that he has an attitude problem but most of us know that beneath his behavior is a really good student. Give him an activity sheet and he'll be able to answer everything without asking questions or even when he wasn't listening.

I promised Kienan's dad that I would be his shadow teacher until the next school year. I took the risk of helping Kienan inspite of the fact that I'm going to be busy once Orange Chicken starts its operations because I know that he can cope with his classes later on. I believe in him, and I hope that those people or parents who have special children will also believe in their kids capabilities and talents. He may not be my own but it's still good practice for me just in case I have kids of my own in the near future.