Raine got gastroenteritis, for the first time he was hospitalized. A dose of antibiotics and I.V. -trauma, thank God (!) 3 days in the hospital was enough to restore him back to normal. Hopefully next week, when Raine is at his usual “bibo” self, he can go back to the Child Development Laboratory (UPLB, College of Human Ecology) where his daycare is housed. Meanwhile, Lola is on the rescue again, so that tired-dear-old mommy can go back to work.
In lieu of Ruth’s recent blog entry: I can relate 200% and I truly agree 100 (raised to the 6.02 X 10E23 power) % !!
F (for FAILURE) is probably what I’d get in parenting 101. My patience thread snapped so many times already. This terrible-two stage is indeed horrible. I threw my own tantrums and cried in frustration, and yes in front of Raine. Just to keep myself from physically hurting him.
So I failed at parenting…and I’m a mediocre research professional…
How do one pass a test like parenthood? I think it is a test that there’s no best answer to. Still, I do the best I can and be the super-mom that I think I’ll never be. I try harder.
I just wish that Raine is a couple more years older. When things like reason, logic and compromise are entities that he can truly comprehend. In the meantime, I’m hanging on and looking for the stuff to smile about, laugh about. With Raine, those are still countless, endless.
Now I’m smiling.
I arose from the ashes! At least I try or I will forever be buried in this double mound called motherhood and single-parenting squeezed amidst a mind-boggling research work that is equally important; simply because IT is my bread and butter, for without which, the first two wouldn’t exist at all.
This early, I’m already admitting that I will never succeed in both motherhood and career…at least not with flying colors like I want to be. I’d either end up cloning the P-uptake gene or selling Raine to the highest bidder!
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I’m way too far from cloning any gene. And I’d sell myself first(as if there’ll be bidders, he he!) before I dispose of Raine.
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This was Raine’s first week at daycare, this time a real one. His separation anxiety has gone worse. Which I hope will soon disappear (as he gets adjusted to this new routine) while I am learning the ropes of EcoTILLING.
The year that was (2004) took care of all my woes and mishaps. So I am very much looking forward to a better 2005. I wouldn’t call 2004 a bad year though, I look at it now as the ultimate refiner’s fire. Like most of us, I too am God’s work in progress. He will not stop honing me until I become “perfect” to serve his ultimate purpose.
We all have our own share of ups and downs, tears and joys, failures and triumphs; though of varying intensities — these and all made us a stronger, better (if not yet perfect) persons that we are now. Whatever you conceive God to be, keep the faith that He has good plans for you. I haven’t browsed the bible for eons. But I haven’t found the passage below more apt than it is now.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
HAPPY YEAR 2005 TO ALL!!