It’s 430am and I am up already. F*cking chickens.
Anyway, Alvin, Anika and I did Bisita Iglesia yesterday. We went to the UST church, Malate church, San Agustin church and Manila Cathedral. Napakadaming tao. Anika was not feeling well nung nasa Manila Cathedral kami so we went home na were unable to finish the Bisita Iglesia. It’s okay. God understands naman siguro. Anika has sinat when we got home. I felt her this morning and she’s still a little hot. 37.6 degree celcius ang temperature. Pero masigla naman. She doesn’t feel sick daw. She just finished a round of antibiotics two weeks ago tapos may sinat na naman ngayon. No sipon. No phlegm. Fuzz.
Ito mahirap with kids nowadays eh. Hindi kasi nadudumihan because they are always inside the houses with their gadgets. Nung panahon ko, dugyot kami. We were playing in the streets. Pinagpapawisan. Nadudumihan. Nakakagat ng aso. Lelz.
Speaking of kids, out of topic na ito ha, would you agree that parents should be conscious in what they do or say to the kids kasi kids never forget?
Alvin and I laugh about this sometimes. Based on our own experiences nung mga bata pa kami, true nga. We would tease our parents about something that they did to us but they would always deny it. Hindi nila maalala na ginawa nila. So funny yung mga kwento ng kurot sa singit and tuktok ng tabo sa ulo. Though it made me more conscious now with Anika. As a child, I never forgot everything: every word said to me, every incident that happened, how I was treated, what were said to me during the times when I was happy, sad, anxious and terrifed, how I they made me feel and the learnings they told me.
I brought this up because there was these two incidents that happened before I couldn’t forget. Anika was around 4 years old siguro and we were walking in BGC going to the car. I was pushing Anika in her stroller while Alvin walked beside me. We saw a crying boy, about 6 years old siguro, with (I think) his father standing by the curb. While we were about to reach them I saw the man smack hard the boy’s head. Pinapatigil umiyak. Sa sobrang gulat ko, napatigil ako lumakad. Awang awa ako sa bata because he was making pigil his cry. The man saw me looking at them tapos sabi sa akin, “Ano?!”. There were a thousand of bad words I wanted to shout back at him. Alvin got me by my elbow and made me walk away. Tiningnan ko ng masama si Alvin. Later, I understood. Kung pinatulan ko yung gagong yun, seeing kung gaano ka-sama ugali niya, he will make me bastos. And if that happens, Alvin might have hurt him pretty bad. In front of Anika. So tama lang he made me walk away. Pero sira ulo talaga yung lalaking yun. Batay Bata should have been there.
The second incident was just recently, a few Sundays ako. Magsisimba kami. We were getting out of the car and another car was parking beside us. The car was trying to park patalikod. A girl teenager, around 15 years old siguro, went out of the car and went sa likod while the mom maneuvered the car to the slot. Nahirapan yung nanay ata. She shouted to her daughter, “Sabihin mo sa akin kung tatama na ako! Wag kang parang gago diyan nakatayo lang!”. God, I was shocked. I pitied the girl. I wanted to smack the mom na gigil ko. How can you talk to your daughter like that?! Punyeta, nanggigigil ako ngayon just thinking about it.
I am sure these kids will never forget those incidents. Ako nga na hindi ko sila ka-ano ano, hindi ko makalimutan eh, sila pa kaya. I hope the parents made up with them. Kawawa.
That is why I said I am more conscious with Anika now. Pagmay concern siya, I try my best to stop whatever it is I’m doing and sit down with her. Sana when she grows up, wala siyang bad memories na ganun with me or with Alvin.
Let’s try our best, shall we? =)