Or at least that’s what I hope Eric can end up doing. You see, he’s been bugging me lately with all his request to buy him stuff, take him to some fancy restaurants, or bring him on a vacation somewhere far away. I’m not sure what has gotten into him lately (God knows where he’ll want me to take him next — to the beach house rentals Galveston has to offer? That’s thousands of miles away! )
I have explained to him the concept of budgeting, and why it’s important to financially plan for anything you set your eyes on, which led me to explain why so and so is justified or unjustifiable for me to spend on. Especially if the spending is on a whim. So his next question was, “How do you make more money so you can spend more?”
“Why not blog, like I do? You’ve seen how I did it, haven’t you?” He nodded.
“But I don’t know what I should blog about. I have no idea.”
I answered, “Well, you like to watch those anime cartoons, don’t you? Why not blog about that? Or blog about what you’ve been doing today that was fun or interesting or sad. Just… anything.”
That was almost two months ago. I’ve been waiting on him to update this blog while at the same time practicing his English and composition skills.
Number of posts so far? One.
Hi. Ever since I first saw ‘Fairy Tail’ I was so excited so I watch it quite a long time. Even a my father likes my favorite show. Well I sometime miss it because my mother deleted my recording……but even though my mother deleted some recording I still like ‘Fairy Tail’. Here I have a room FULL of my favorite shows. And my mother is watching her own favorite shows the most she likes is ‘Running Man’ a korean show. Let me tell about ‘Fairy Tail’ there was a Dragon Slayer named Natsu Dragneel and then he suddenly met Lucy Heartfilia she is one of the family member in the richest family in Mangolia. But she ran away because her father made her mother ran away too. Lucy wanted to be a ‘Fairy Tail’ member. They first fought a guy named Salamander. Who is a member of the Titan Nose Guild. And his real name is Bora a.k.a Bora of Prominice. Well see ya later bye. Oh and if your a ‘Fairy Tail’ fan your awesome. K see ya.
My kindergarten kids came home yesterday bearing gifts from their Mother’s Day project at school. Aw, they are so adorable (both the gifts and the kids). It gives me fuzzy feelings, as fuzzy as Joel’s fuzzy purple heart gift.
Happy Mother’s day to all moms out there. Stay strong.
I’d like to think that I’m one resilient person, that I can quickly handle any change and any challenge that comes in my way, and move on. But the year 2011 has been so unfair to me, both professionally and personally — changes and challenges bombarded me from all directions that I feel like I just want to hide from the world and just scream, “Enough!”
I’m glad that my kids aren’t too affected by my issues. My cutie-pies. Mr. smart-boy Eric is as busy as ever. For this month and the next, he’ll have his first ever piano exam for Grade One, his Taekwondo upgrading for yellow belt, becoming a ring-bearer for his aunty’s wedding, and extra band practice… all this during his supposed school break. I wonder from time to time whether all this is too much for him, but he said he wanted to do all these extra-curricular activities, so I’m letting him go ahead with them. Any time he wants to stop, I told him, it’ll be okay with me.
I tend to call Joel by his first name more frequently now. And he writes and recognizes his own name now, yeah! He speaks very clearly now, too. Always the mild tempered boy just as he was before. One pleasant surprise I’m seeing in him is his sense of humour. He’s my Mr. Funny Boy.
Ezra. Never the one to cool down. Just this morning as Joel, Ezra and myself spent a nice sunny morning having breakfast at a cafe, he threw another of his infamous temper, because I refuse to let him wash his hands after doing so for the umpteenth time. His screeching scream was followed by him lying down on the coffee-stained floor, spinning himself on his back as I tried to soothe him and asked him to calm down. Thank God the supervisor had recognized us by now as the frequent patrons of the shop, and she actually laughed seeing him do that. I would have laughed at him too if wasn’t for the crazy stares I was getting from the other people in the cafe. And the fact that the monster of a scream was coming from that little boy I call my son. Mr. Hot-Tempered.
Look at that picture of Edry right over there, isn’t he adorable?! He’s my Mr. Happy Boy. I can’t believe he’s turning one year old next month! He looks just as handsome as my sons. *Sighs* … this kid makes me so happy. He’s a momma’s boy, this champ. He wriggles in excitement and reaches his arms out to me every single time he sees me, without fail. Every single time. And with the biggest smiles, too! None of my kids were ever that excited when seeing me while they were still babies, so I think the amount of excitement Happy Boy shows me more than makes up for his brothers’ lack thereof. My little crawler is working to strengthening his upper body and balance so that he can sit up by himself. I’m thinking in 6 months’ time, he’s ready for standing.
We’ve just completed our first ever Annual General Meeting for the Down Syndrome Association Kota Kinabalu (PSDKK). Even right now I’m putting some finishing touches on some documents and the meeting minutes to be distributed to the members. It got me thinking of the parents in my community who just had babies with Down syndrome, and how much I’d wanted to make an information packet to address this matter.
It led me to my memories when I first had Edry, and the fear and uncertainty I had during those early days.
So, here I am, tears streaming down my face as that familiar fear creeps back into my heart. There’s that self-doubt again. All those medical complication that a child with Down syndrome are susceptible to may creep up later in life… can I handle it? Can he? Physical and intellectual development challenges are also waiting for them. How? When? What am I to do? Will he work? Will he count? Will he understand the complexities of life?
And yet, raising Edry has been a breeze… how could it be? I’m trying to remember the struggle I had to endure to raise Edry. And I could remember none. At least no struggle that is any different from what I’ve faced when raising my other children. How could it be so easy for me?
I shouldn’t be asking these things. I should, instead, count my blessings. Because, at the end of the day, the reality is, I’m not raising a child with Down syndrome. I am raising Edry.
So it’s okay. He’s okay. I’m okay.
It’s going to be okay.