Surviving domesticity!
In the beginning, I was saddled by worries and doubts if I could survive domesticity. Being at home most of the time, I have to look after my two precocious niece and nephew even if they have their yayas. Being with them is fun, but, I could not match their boundless energy and I get tired easily.
Nonoy is two and I can really attest that it is a ‘terrible’ age. (I even feel it’s horrible sometimes.) He loves to ride his bike and wants to play outdoors rain or shine. He adores toy cars and enjoys car racing games in the net. He thinks that to catch a grasshopper, you only have to say: "Grasshopper, where are you?" It delights me to see him get excited when seeing a ladybug, a butterfly or a caterpillar. He is such a sweet boy. He says ‘I love you’ when he sees you cooking his meal or when you agree to give him a bubble bath. I could not forget that time when I told them to give me a break because I am feeling weary. He patted my back…
Toni is super smart and is very inquisitive. She’s addicted to television and glued to watching Disney or Nickelodeon. We have devised many ways to discourage this habit with little success. One evening, I received a text message from her mother: Toni asked me to play some music while she paints… God! Do we have a prodigy in the house? …Toni is so sweet. She tells me I love you Tita every so often. She’s also a good lobbyist. When she received a gift from one of her godmother’s she inquired innocently: Did you forget your gift for Nonoy?
On top of planning their meals… breaking up a fight… hugging them when they get a bubu… or allaying their anxiety every time their parents go out to work…
I guess I did not only survive domesticity, I enjoyed it…
