I pinched my son’s ears. Twice. He grimaced. Tears streamed down his face. But continued to do his assignment.
I was tasked to go with a writer to interview four doctors specializing in joint replacement. The interview was at 6:30pm somewhere in Serendra, Bonifacio Global City. We got everything after an hour and a half.
It was so hard to get a cab willing to transport us to Trinoma. Finally, we got a cab after almost 15 minutes. Traffic slowed to a crawl along the northbound lane of EDSA. Only after Crame in Quezon City did the traffic flow became lighter. Reached Trinoma at 9:20pm.
I was home by 10:15pm. I found second son still at the living room doing his assignments. I asked him. I was too angry that I pinched him.
Should I politely declined the interview offer, I was home early and Second son has done his homework early. I should not have pinched him. He should not have cried.
The next day, I prepared the boys’ meals. And I cried.
This is my three boys’ everyday living. Packed lunch and packed merienda.
I let them eat lunch by themselves. But they should never fail to eat lunch (because sometimes my boys are just so busy playing that they can forget to eat). I told them to do their homework by themselves and mama will just check the assignment at night. If they have quizzes for the next day, I told them to read ahead and mama will just help them review at night. And if I have evening work commitments, the boys will wait for me. I never heard them complain.
I am also confused. Am I teaching them to be independent or are they too young to be taught independence?
I am working to save for their future and yet what am I doing in the present?
* An entry I wrote dated September 8, 2011. Firstborn that time was in Grade 3; Second Son, grade 2; and Bunso, preparatory level. Five years have passed and I am now with my boys everyday. I prepare their food in the morning and even cook their school baon. I bring them to school and also fetch them. Once at home, they have a decent merienda to eat before starting with assignments. And I just thank my dear husband for letting me be a mother to my boys and never leave them by themselves again.
And the good news now is, the things I have taught them years ago are still very much in their head. On weekends, they help me with the laundry and house cleaning. Everyday, they set up the table and if they do not have assignments, they volunteer to wash the dishes and even sweep the floor. They also do their own school projects and homework.
Again, thank you, Lord, for this opportunity. Now, I see my boys being independent and helpful. Their mother is now home to guide them everyday while their father works hard for their future.