I love giving gifts to friends and family. I always have. I love receiving them too. When I turned 18, I had a debut party which is a traditional celebration done in the Philippines. I remember asking my friends to give me homemade presents rather than store-bought ones. I’ll never forget that.
Two weeks ago, a student came to me and asked if I could help him. I said sure, not knowing what to expect. His dilemma was understanding his girlfriend, who is Chinese and currently living in China while he is here in France. They send each other messages regularly and apparently on one of those times, she answered him with an « ok ». He wanted to know what this meant in my opinion. Note to self: always ask what kind of help they want before saying yes to anything.
I was working from the office in the morning and although I was ultra-productive, I felt like I wasn’t checking things off my to-do list fast enough. When I was done with one thing, two others were added to the list. A never-ending dance of one step forward, two steps back.
I love my kid, but man do I hate it when she’s ill! Not that she’s annoying (ok so maybe a little) or anything, but I get this huge feeling of frustration. When I am ill, I know exactly what to do. But when Baby Girl is ill, I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do!
I don’t know when I started to think I was Superwoman. But what the hell, what is one more thing on my to-do list, right? Except that it’s getting longer and longer and days are getting shorter and shorter. There are still 24 hours in a day, right?
It’s amazing how you can pass by the same monument almost every single day and not realize what it really is.
Monument aux Morts. Located in the city center of Metz, France – not too far from the Porte Serpenoise. A monument to represent the war of 1914-1918. You see a woman, perhaps a wife, a widow, or a mother, holding a dead naked soldier in her arms. We don’t know if he was a French or a German soldier. All we know is that he gave his life for the war.
When Baby Girl was born, the Husband and I decided to move to France. The obvious reasons were first financially, of course. Why else do so many Filipinos move to other countries, right?! Second, I’m half-French and so is Baby Girl. I wanted her to grow up and know the French culture first-hand. Kinda like I did many years ago. As far as I can remember, my childhood years in France were some of the best years of my life. But that might also be because my mom wasn’t sick yet. My dad used to work a lot, so it was just me and her. I’ll always be thankful for those years because that’s how I like to remember my mom.
Baby Girl has been back to school for 2 weeks now. This is the first time in a while where she isn’t the new girl anymore. Although she has never really showed us any signs of stress, I could tell that this year she was a little bit more relieved than in the past. She’s 10 years old and started CM2 (grade 5) this year. This also means this is her last first day in elementary school. Eeekk – where did time go??? 😱 I guess that’s how it feels like when you become a mom at a young age. I’m 32, so technically not-too-old (don’t you dare say anything about that. yes you!), but when I look at my ten-year old I kinda do feel old. Harhar.
After shopping for myself (click here for the post), it is time to shop for my 10-year school daughter who is going back to school on the 3rd of September. Actually, she’s sorta going back this week, but half-day only. The school calls it « stage de remise à niveau ». When the director asked me if it was something I was interested in for Baby Girl, I instantly agreed. After a 2-month break, I thought it would help her get back to the rhythm of waking up early, working on school stuff, eating at the proper time, and sleeping early. She can also work on the lessons she has difficulties in, particularly French. She’s doing well, but it’s always a bit tough to juggle several languages. We generally speak only English at home, Baby Girl speaks French at school but is also taking English and German classes, and the Husband and I speak in Filipino to each other at home.
Baby Girl turned 10 years old. 10 years old. I don’t know whether I want to cry or smile. Smile because somehow the Husband and I were able to make it 10 years in this challenging journey. We were just 22-23 years old when we became parents and shit-scared truthfully. And then I also want to cry. Cry because these past 10 years have flown by so quickly. Like a blink of an eye. When I think about it, 10 years from now she’ll be an adult, busy with her own adult responsibilities, living on her own … Sigh. Anyways, let’s just stop with these emotional / sentimental thoughts.