“Jiro!!!! “
I cannot make my voice louder as usual as I am suffering from colds and cough for a reason I cannot fathom until now. I was trying to stop him from throwing some of his toys scattered all over the sala area (bad for Mistro Sider and Pats who are scheduled to clean the whole house tonight) into the television where Mickey Mouse Club House had been repeatedly played for the nth time now.
“Jiro!!!.”
As if testing my patience, again he throws the Thomas and Friends caricature queued on the plastic rails designed for it to be played. Imagine a train flying like the AED 50 helicopter purchased in Dragon Mart in Dubai. Or imagine the pride of Early Center Parking Garage cars flooding the scattered pieces of puzzle he is also currently playing.
Jiro (Jersho Markiel) is my firstborn child, and son. He is three, a toddler, active, musician himself (he scored 100% in the videooke and he can sing Black Eyed Peas’ Boom Boom Pow in a kiddy language), and naughty. My wife, Marj, always tease me that his naughtiness is from my genes which I dearly accept. He can play play station 3 (instead of racing against time in a motocross, he wants to kill his character). But really naughty. N-A-U-G-H-T-Y. He can mum the lines in the movie avatar, Narnia, and Herbie which I might not be capable of even if I have watched similar movies in number of times.
Of course, I have another child, Mishaila Josette, running to 7 months (not 3 months stated in an album in Facebook) but her being a Maria Clara is still dominant on her, well at least for now. Both of them with my wife are already sleeping. I am just waiting for Jiro to decide this today as the day, and we can join them at bed.
“Yehey”. Jiro just uttered the familiar joyfulness cheer as he has completed the 50 pieces puzzle. Yes, even though he is naughty, these simple things that he does – to ask you to clap for him whenever he successfully completed a course, to say “Galing ah” (excellent) whenever he fixed his toys (that is seldom), or shout 3 points whenever he was able to make a long shot in a designed for him basketball court outside-are just satisfying.
This is parenthood, and some of my classmates maybe in elementary, secondary and the 7 shots can agree also with me. Sometimes I just smile at how life is reformed from being a dumb high school student fighting the pressure of poverty and dictating a rubber shoes tongue to get inside through a borrowed rugby from the neighborhood and press it using the bamboo crafted chair to a person, well in abroad right now. I am just fascinated by the idea that while we are not yet parents, we enjoy what our parents can endure for us, without, more often than not, an ounce of appreciation thrown to them ( I do not discount myself to that); and when we become parents, we come to realize and empathize how they have felt when we are toddlers troubling them. Well of course, during our time, pampers are only for those who can afford.
I have been “unemployed” for a week now and have been observing my son grow rapidly-physically, emotionally, mentally, and socially. He is tall for his age, he doesn’t want me to carry his ading (little sister), he knows how to color an Arabic picture, and he says Hi to every neighborhood whenever we go out. Of course, I would be glad to share that he only wants me to bath him, change his nappies, his clothes, feed him. Good that he doesn’t ask me to cook for him as that is one of my weaknesses though. This clever idea to bring him with me when I made a follow up on my Police Clearance here in Doha had worked. Well, it is paid with a two hour play in Fun City in City Center, where for the first time, we didn’t go in the toilet after a five-minute activity to change the nappies as he is fond of this. This is his outlet of the excitement he feels whenever he is at this playgrounds. I wonder if he is as excited as this when we go to church as he also does it even before we bump inside Padji, our car. And speaking of Padji car, this morning, I appreciated his gesture of accompanying me in vacuuming it but it turned out that it was a bad day for him as he, as usual taken care of the instruments inside, and while I am outside, took the lighter, and presto, lit his left index finger. Now he is incapacitated by a left hand. Pity.
Those parents whose experience of nourishing their kids is more than three years – maybe a decade, or higher than that – may always have the right to say “That is still far from the number of my experiences with my children,” Well that is true, and I will not challenge that. I have yet to face looking up for their bags, uniforms, budgeting their allowances etc., and I think I am prepared to that.
I have been informed that my high school batch mates are also blessed with kids, some of them are blessed with two sons, one son and one daughter, or two daughters, or maybe more, or may be none at all and still waiting. Even my college batch mates have already been poured with kids, and yes, they (our children) might end up in the same course again. Well, if they would want to pursue finance, then why not, I will not mingle on that. Jong, a former colleague, bachelor (to my single lady friends, contact me for his number), might be encouraged to have one but as I always say to him, one should always be prepared when having family, as family involves parenting, so as the parenting chain requiring preparation, then the cycle. Marj when we knotted in 2006 had been constantly commenting that her biological clock is ready and up to raise a family. That biological clock, I believe, should not run out of battery, as parenting, according to my parents, is a lifetime job – yet an accomplishment.
During these unemployment days (weeks, hopefully won’t resort to months), I am in charge of Jiro because he does not want me literally to take care of Misha. I am feeding him, bathing him, playing with him, singing with him, and I had to admit, spanking him (but not too much ) whenever he is already too short of putting himself in danger. I am not complaining though, but I am enjoying (but I am still wishing that my pre-employment requirements would be finalized soon). This is the first time that I am as close and attached with him emotionally, and I can feel that he, too, is enjoying it. He wakes me up at 9 am (well don’t think that I sleep too much) and invites me out, not minding the headache and cough I have been suffering for the past two days. I brought him this morning in Fun Center in City Center, well not as a reward for burning his finger but to pacify him for the boredom he had been feeling (yesterday was sand storm here) . Additionally, I am trying to make up for the days that I am away from him (them) during the numerous travels in Dubai.
I just hope the soonest that he will understand that my attention is also longed by my daughter. But that might still take time. Patience.
My mother used to tell me when I was still a kid (I still feel like a kid though) that I can only repay them when I am having my own family. The question then is “Have I repaid them now that I am having one?” Na-a. For me, I cannot repay whatever they have done to me-their sacrifices, their sweats, their visit to some of the relatives to borrow some money to meet the financial requirement of schooling. I had recently posted that my children might be more blessed than us because they may not in their lifetime experience the hardship we have had during our child hood days, but I constantly remind myself, my wife, and the Camit couple, that there is always a risk involved in this – that in as much as we wanted the better (or best) for them- that we would not want them to pass on the poverty of yester years – they might end up not working too hard for what has to be achieved by them. Well, some of the mothers in my account have already commented on this.
It is almost 12 in the midnight in Doha, but Jiro is not bothered. He woke up from a nap of four hours a while ago and I am sure it will take some more time for him to lay down in bed. Hey wait a sec, he is carrying the controller of the PS3 trying to throw it towards the wall.
“Jiro, No!”
He ran towards the toilet, and peed in the bowl (avoiding his shorts to be wet).
Now I am coughing.
This article is copied from Jehmar's Notes in his Facebook Profile
http://www.facebook.com/notes/jehmar-tabili/am-i-unfair-to-her/131521446865853#!/note.php?note_id=129717403712924
I cannot make my voice louder as usual as I am suffering from colds and cough for a reason I cannot fathom until now. I was trying to stop him from throwing some of his toys scattered all over the sala area (bad for Mistro Sider and Pats who are scheduled to clean the whole house tonight) into the television where Mickey Mouse Club House had been repeatedly played for the nth time now.
“Jiro!!!.”
As if testing my patience, again he throws the Thomas and Friends caricature queued on the plastic rails designed for it to be played. Imagine a train flying like the AED 50 helicopter purchased in Dragon Mart in Dubai. Or imagine the pride of Early Center Parking Garage cars flooding the scattered pieces of puzzle he is also currently playing.
Jiro (Jersho Markiel) is my firstborn child, and son. He is three, a toddler, active, musician himself (he scored 100% in the videooke and he can sing Black Eyed Peas’ Boom Boom Pow in a kiddy language), and naughty. My wife, Marj, always tease me that his naughtiness is from my genes which I dearly accept. He can play play station 3 (instead of racing against time in a motocross, he wants to kill his character). But really naughty. N-A-U-G-H-T-Y. He can mum the lines in the movie avatar, Narnia, and Herbie which I might not be capable of even if I have watched similar movies in number of times.
Of course, I have another child, Mishaila Josette, running to 7 months (not 3 months stated in an album in Facebook) but her being a Maria Clara is still dominant on her, well at least for now. Both of them with my wife are already sleeping. I am just waiting for Jiro to decide this today as the day, and we can join them at bed.
“Yehey”. Jiro just uttered the familiar joyfulness cheer as he has completed the 50 pieces puzzle. Yes, even though he is naughty, these simple things that he does – to ask you to clap for him whenever he successfully completed a course, to say “Galing ah” (excellent) whenever he fixed his toys (that is seldom), or shout 3 points whenever he was able to make a long shot in a designed for him basketball court outside-are just satisfying.
This is parenthood, and some of my classmates maybe in elementary, secondary and the 7 shots can agree also with me. Sometimes I just smile at how life is reformed from being a dumb high school student fighting the pressure of poverty and dictating a rubber shoes tongue to get inside through a borrowed rugby from the neighborhood and press it using the bamboo crafted chair to a person, well in abroad right now. I am just fascinated by the idea that while we are not yet parents, we enjoy what our parents can endure for us, without, more often than not, an ounce of appreciation thrown to them ( I do not discount myself to that); and when we become parents, we come to realize and empathize how they have felt when we are toddlers troubling them. Well of course, during our time, pampers are only for those who can afford.
I have been “unemployed” for a week now and have been observing my son grow rapidly-physically, emotionally, mentally, and socially. He is tall for his age, he doesn’t want me to carry his ading (little sister), he knows how to color an Arabic picture, and he says Hi to every neighborhood whenever we go out. Of course, I would be glad to share that he only wants me to bath him, change his nappies, his clothes, feed him. Good that he doesn’t ask me to cook for him as that is one of my weaknesses though. This clever idea to bring him with me when I made a follow up on my Police Clearance here in Doha had worked. Well, it is paid with a two hour play in Fun City in City Center, where for the first time, we didn’t go in the toilet after a five-minute activity to change the nappies as he is fond of this. This is his outlet of the excitement he feels whenever he is at this playgrounds. I wonder if he is as excited as this when we go to church as he also does it even before we bump inside Padji, our car. And speaking of Padji car, this morning, I appreciated his gesture of accompanying me in vacuuming it but it turned out that it was a bad day for him as he, as usual taken care of the instruments inside, and while I am outside, took the lighter, and presto, lit his left index finger. Now he is incapacitated by a left hand. Pity.
Those parents whose experience of nourishing their kids is more than three years – maybe a decade, or higher than that – may always have the right to say “That is still far from the number of my experiences with my children,” Well that is true, and I will not challenge that. I have yet to face looking up for their bags, uniforms, budgeting their allowances etc., and I think I am prepared to that.
I have been informed that my high school batch mates are also blessed with kids, some of them are blessed with two sons, one son and one daughter, or two daughters, or maybe more, or may be none at all and still waiting. Even my college batch mates have already been poured with kids, and yes, they (our children) might end up in the same course again. Well, if they would want to pursue finance, then why not, I will not mingle on that. Jong, a former colleague, bachelor (to my single lady friends, contact me for his number), might be encouraged to have one but as I always say to him, one should always be prepared when having family, as family involves parenting, so as the parenting chain requiring preparation, then the cycle. Marj when we knotted in 2006 had been constantly commenting that her biological clock is ready and up to raise a family. That biological clock, I believe, should not run out of battery, as parenting, according to my parents, is a lifetime job – yet an accomplishment.
During these unemployment days (weeks, hopefully won’t resort to months), I am in charge of Jiro because he does not want me literally to take care of Misha. I am feeding him, bathing him, playing with him, singing with him, and I had to admit, spanking him (but not too much ) whenever he is already too short of putting himself in danger. I am not complaining though, but I am enjoying (but I am still wishing that my pre-employment requirements would be finalized soon). This is the first time that I am as close and attached with him emotionally, and I can feel that he, too, is enjoying it. He wakes me up at 9 am (well don’t think that I sleep too much) and invites me out, not minding the headache and cough I have been suffering for the past two days. I brought him this morning in Fun Center in City Center, well not as a reward for burning his finger but to pacify him for the boredom he had been feeling (yesterday was sand storm here) . Additionally, I am trying to make up for the days that I am away from him (them) during the numerous travels in Dubai.
I just hope the soonest that he will understand that my attention is also longed by my daughter. But that might still take time. Patience.
My mother used to tell me when I was still a kid (I still feel like a kid though) that I can only repay them when I am having my own family. The question then is “Have I repaid them now that I am having one?” Na-a. For me, I cannot repay whatever they have done to me-their sacrifices, their sweats, their visit to some of the relatives to borrow some money to meet the financial requirement of schooling. I had recently posted that my children might be more blessed than us because they may not in their lifetime experience the hardship we have had during our child hood days, but I constantly remind myself, my wife, and the Camit couple, that there is always a risk involved in this – that in as much as we wanted the better (or best) for them- that we would not want them to pass on the poverty of yester years – they might end up not working too hard for what has to be achieved by them. Well, some of the mothers in my account have already commented on this.
It is almost 12 in the midnight in Doha, but Jiro is not bothered. He woke up from a nap of four hours a while ago and I am sure it will take some more time for him to lay down in bed. Hey wait a sec, he is carrying the controller of the PS3 trying to throw it towards the wall.
“Jiro, No!”
He ran towards the toilet, and peed in the bowl (avoiding his shorts to be wet).
Now I am coughing.
This article is copied from Jehmar's Notes in his Facebook Profile
http://www.facebook.com/notes/jehmar-tabili/am-i-unfair-to-her/131521446865853#!/note.php?note_id=129717403712924
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