I was reading the latest issue of Reader's Digest last night and in the "Dear Aunty" section a letter sender who calls herself "Proud Parent" was asking for advice regarding a friend who always tries to top her stories about her children. Aunty's advice was to find a less competitive friend to share her stories with.
I think most parents have this tendency. For a while, I was fighting this same tendency because I remember how it used to annoy me when I hear 2 parents engage in a "who-has-the-best-kid" conversation. Face it, every parent is biased and we think that our children are better than other people's kids. But your child will never be the best in the eyes of another parent no matter how great your story (I think any parent who thinks that another child is better than his/hers needs therapy). So I don't see the point in these bragging sessions. For me, it's enough that I know how great Andrea is. I don't have to impose her on other people to feed my ego. When someone tells a story about their child, is it really so hard to just listen and be happy for them?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Andrea of Oz ;)
I saw this pair of baby shoes a few weeks ago that reminded me of Dorothy's ruby slippers in the old movie Wizard of Oz.
I to was passing through a mall when I saw it but I was rushing to meet MG at another place so I didn't have time to inquire. I took a quick photo using my phone to show MG to convince him to go back to the mall to buy it. We didn't get to go back but then imagine my surprise when Andrea came home one day wearing it! It was a gift from my cousin, Krystel :)
Now I need to find a perfect outfit to go with it :D
I to was passing through a mall when I saw it but I was rushing to meet MG at another place so I didn't have time to inquire. I took a quick photo using my phone to show MG to convince him to go back to the mall to buy it. We didn't get to go back but then imagine my surprise when Andrea came home one day wearing it! It was a gift from my cousin, Krystel :)
Now I need to find a perfect outfit to go with it :D
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
All Things Bright and Beautiful
"All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures (kri-ey-churs) great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all."
(excerpt from poem by Cecil Frances Alexander)
Since I had Andrea, I had been racking my brain... dredging up old memories of nursery rhymes that I can recite to her (and I discovered that I know so few!). This morning, dizzy from lack of sleep, a section of this poem started floating around in my head while I was taking a shower. A memory from so many years ago (ouch!) of kids sitting in a classroom while reciting this poem.
"...All kri-ey-churs great and small...''
Pause.
Kri-ey-churs??? (if anyone out there uses this pronunciation, sorry!!
It just strikes a wrong chord with me).
Yep, that's what my former English teacher taught us. "Creature" is pronounced "kri-ey-chur" in her world. Back then, the teacher's word was law but even as a young kid (1st grade? 2nd grade?) something in me was rebelling and I told her I believed it was pronounced "kree-cher". She insisted she was right and some of classmates sided with her (mga sipsip! haha!). To keep the peace, I kept quiet and conceded. When it was my turn, I went to the front and recited the poem, wincing as I said "kri-ey-churs" like my teacher wanted. That ruined my teacher's credibility in my eyes.
Maybe that's why I can still recite that poem in my head (and in my head... it's always kri-ey-churs... aarrrrggh!!
). The trauma that came with it ensured that it will forever take up space in my head. I still wince inwardly when I come to that line in the poem.
All creatures (kri-ey-churs) great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all."
(excerpt from poem by Cecil Frances Alexander)
Since I had Andrea, I had been racking my brain... dredging up old memories of nursery rhymes that I can recite to her (and I discovered that I know so few!). This morning, dizzy from lack of sleep, a section of this poem started floating around in my head while I was taking a shower. A memory from so many years ago (ouch!) of kids sitting in a classroom while reciting this poem.
"...All kri-ey-churs great and small...''
Pause.
Kri-ey-churs??? (if anyone out there uses this pronunciation, sorry!!
It just strikes a wrong chord with me).Yep, that's what my former English teacher taught us. "Creature" is pronounced "kri-ey-chur" in her world. Back then, the teacher's word was law but even as a young kid (1st grade? 2nd grade?) something in me was rebelling and I told her I believed it was pronounced "kree-cher". She insisted she was right and some of classmates sided with her (mga sipsip! haha!). To keep the peace, I kept quiet and conceded. When it was my turn, I went to the front and recited the poem, wincing as I said "kri-ey-churs" like my teacher wanted. That ruined my teacher's credibility in my eyes.
Maybe that's why I can still recite that poem in my head (and in my head... it's always kri-ey-churs... aarrrrggh!!
). The trauma that came with it ensured that it will forever take up space in my head. I still wince inwardly when I come to that line in the poem.
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