Whose turn is it to wash the dishes?

dirty dishesThe dinner table is where everything happens in my family. The kids and I go our own ways during the day. As soon as the children go out the front door with their own variations of “bye, mom!”, we are off to our own individual worlds, separate from each other’s – high school, college and work. It is only during dinner that we become a single unit again – a family.

Lately though, our family of four (big sister, only brother, little sister and I), have been trimmed and now, often numbers three only. Big sister gets home too late to join us for dinner. Little sister and brother had to adjust to this considerably huge change in our daily routine,

Though this has been going on for several weeks already, little sister would still ask where big sister is and aren’t we going to wait for her. I think it’s more to do with the fact that the clean up chores are suddenly just divided into two instead of three, the way it has always been. I’d hear them talking and arguing about whose turn is it now and isn’t it big sister’s tonight.

Most of the time I leave them to their arguments, often lasting till the time big sister gets home and would join in the melee. Not that I am encouraging their petty quarrels but because I am secretly enjoying evenings such as these, when I still have a brood under my roost. Soon, my nest would be empty when all of them are off to college and living their own lives, separate from mine.

But why borrow trouble? Soon won’t be here for another two years and I’d do better to enjoy all the chicks and their antics while I still can.

My daughter, the College Girl!

Kye (although she now goes by Kass outside the home), my eldest daughter had just started college, after almost half a year of agonizing (and endless arguments) over what course she will take. She finally decided on BS Food Tech at PUP. No quarrels from my end on that choice. I know of a lot of food techs from PUP who have made good careers in the food industry. Of course, I would have preferred her to study in my dear alma mater (UPD), but alas, it is not to be.

She seems to be enjoying college life despite the commute via the overcrowded PNR (which she really really hates, btw), the fastest and most economical way of getting from Taguig to Sta. Mesa everyday. She came back from her course orientation excited and encouraged and is now looking forward to Freshman Night with all the enthusiasm that a 16 year old has.

I remember when she was just barely four and about to start school. I enrolled her in a private school over the protestations of my sister (a school teacher) and my father (a school principal), encouraged by the above average score she got in the entrance exam. She wore her uniform (a scottish inspired plaid skirt, a beret, black knee socks and the smallest boots we could find) with such pride. She smiled at me in that endearing impish way she had and told me, “I am big girl now, Mommy!”

Fast forward to 12 years later. The cute girl is turning into a beautiful woman. I just hope that she will go through life a little more cautiously than I did and enjoy each stage of womanhood as she deserves to.

Carpe diem, Kassandra!

My (not so little anymore) girl is college bound

My daughter, Kassandra Pearl, is graduating from high school on Sunday (update: graduated March 17). We have not yet reached an agreement on where she will go for her college education. She is hell bent on dentistry while I am trying to sway her into a 4-year BS course (Food Tech, Psych or Bio) or a nursing degree. I would have wanted her to take engineering (ECE or IE) but she says that as she hates Math and Math hates her in return, why bother?  It doesn’t help that there are a lot to choose from and my daughter is so easily influenced by her peers and what she believes is lucrative. (update: she has chosen Food Tech)

I have told her that there are basically just  two reasons in choosing a college major: to prepare for a specific job or to immerse yourself in a subject that interests and excites you. But then, after deciding, these two should be merged and embraced with passion and vigor.

I remember when she was little and would often tag along when I go to work. The fact that I am a Food Tech and have been working a long time in food manufacturing must have influenced her decision a lot. Little do we know that the things we parents do serve as examples and models for our children to emulate.

My little girl may change her mind over the course of four years and opt to become a dentist after all. But knowing that she, at one time, wanted to be just like me, fills my heart to bursting.