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My Daughter’s Very First Haircut

5 Mar

One of the big changes that we were looking forward to the day my daughter turns 4 years old is her very first haircut!!! Take note, VERY. FIRST. Whew! (She did not get any trim, ever.)

Her hair is until her thighs already. (That long!) She even pretends to be Rapunzel in Tangled because of her long hair. The thing is, this long hair of her is what makes her stand out in a crowd. Wherever we went, people would always comment like, “Ang haba ng buhok ng bata. Ang ganda.” Yes even I envy her hair. It’s straight but with waves at the ends (her buhok sa tiyan, in Filipino terms!). It looks gorgeous when I take time to comb it through and style it. But her daily routine hinders us, she was always a sleepyhead and didn’t want to wake up. She wakes up, takes a bath and brush her teeth, dress up, and we’re out of the house in 10 minutes! You see, there is no combing in this routine. I comb her hair and fix it on the way to school.

As with everything else, I do conditioning. I talk to her months before the big day on our plans about her hair when she turns 4. I also brought her with me when I got a haircut so she would see that it’s just the hair that is being cut and I didn’t get hurt at all. Sometimes, kids associate certain words to an emotion, so I made sure that I used a more gentle, specific term for hair“cut”.

Weeks before, I was constantly having conversations with her on what she will expect, what will happen, the likes. I always assure her that her Papa and I are there for her.

A week before the haircut, we were making the most of her long hair. I styled her hair more often. I comb it through and through until she feels sleepy.

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Occupation: MOM 24/7

5 Feb

Looking at my planner, I find that there is no date that I have nothing to do. For each day of every week, there are chores and errands to do – cook, clean, wash, mend, the likes. When you become a mom, you surrender yourself to the fact that you work overtime without pay, everyday including holidays. You will be a mother, manager, nurse, teacher, chef, doctor, friend, playmate, planner, artist.

The tasks never seem to finish and somehow they keep piling up. For example, after homeschooling my daughter, I let her play so she can have a break. I was preparing dinner so I let her do her worksheets that I prepared, too. When everything is set for dinner, I find her surrounded with blocks, dolls, cooking sets and teacup sets. She did her worksheets quickly, but got bored so she played with her toys. Before we get to eat dinner, we tidy up the house a little. The little girl will excuse herself because she will read books or do her puzzles. Hubby and I will get to chitchat a little during dinner. By the time we’re done, the house is a mess again! I tidy up a little by picking the stuff and keeping them together, skipping the vacuum and broom, which will be added to tomorrow’s list of to-dos. I leave it that way so I can have at least 5 hours of sleep.

One day, I saw my little one putting on her bag after filling it with trinkets, carrying her laptop on her right hand and a foldable umbrella on her left, holding her toy cellphone and talking to someone.

I asked her, “What are you doing, sweetie?”

She answered giddily, “I have plenty of things to do. I am dressing up like you, Mom!”

I replied, “Do I dress up like that?”

She told me, “No… But you do everything for us. Thank you, Mom. Thank you for taking care of me and papa and the house.”

“You’re very much welcome, sweetheart.”

I hugged her tight, still unbelieving her thought that she appreciates what I’m doing for them.

No amount of salary can pay as high as my daughter’s love for my 24/7 job.