Today was the Crossing Over ceremony in Chino’s school. He was chosen to speak in behalf of the Grade 3 class. Bong and I were there, naturally, together with Mama. I wasn’t really nervous this time, compared to the Pagbigkas contest last year. This was more relaxed, no worries.
When Chino went up the stage to deliver his speech, I saw that my little boy is not so little anymore. In his place, there was a young man, about to enter Middle School, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. I listened to him relive his experiences in the Primary School. He said his piece well, much better than any of his previous practice sessions at home.
After his speech, Bong and I were congratulated by a lot of parents. They complimented Chino on his speech, as well as for being chosen as the representative of his batch.
No one could be more proud this morning than Bong and me.
I am a doctor. I trained in one of the busiest hospitals around. I am confident and I like being in charge. When a patient comes to me, I like the feeling of being able to diagnose the problem and offer the appropriate treatment. However, with my kids, I temporarily cease to be a doctor. I am simply their mom.
After waking up from her nap this afternoon, Trixi just threw up everything she had for lunch. She was fine before that so I was a little surprised. All throughout the afternoon, she continued to throw up, became irritable and just sat on my lap and cried. I felt so helpless. I took her temperature, gave her something for her headache, and gave her fluids for replacement. That didn’t make her feel better. So I held her close and started singing softly to her. She eased up a bit and quieted down. She was still in pain, I could see it in her eyes. But she was better. Mama trumps the doctor in this round.
I thought we had a good battle plan for the Crocs Mega Sale. I had made a list of the styles and sizes each one of us wanted. Bong was to be there at the opening hour, look around, get what was on the list and be out with time to spare before his clinic hours. But when he got there a few minutes after 10:00, there were around 200 people ahead of him in the line going in! So I arranged to go there, take his place in the line so he can go to work.
I managed to get in at 12:30 pm. It was chaos! They were simply not prepared for the huge turn-out. There was no way the 5 or 6 people they had at the children’s section would be able to cope with the throng of angry moms, each armed with a list of her own. After waiting for 45 minutes for my order, the guy came back to tell me, “Ma’am, walang size 12/13”. *#$%* What a waste of time! So I moved on to the women’s section. By then, I guess the Crocs people realized that their manpower was not enough. So they just left the merchandise in boxes, allowing the people to go find their own stuff. After an hour of going through all those dusty boxes, I was able to get all the Crocs that I needed. By then, the line at the cashier had snaked all the way to the back of the tent. All told, it took me 2 hours 15 minutes to reach the cashier. I was just so relieved that I was done!
I’m satisfied with my purchases. The discounts were really substantial – I wouldn’t have gone through the ordeal if I thought it wasn’t worth it. But I hope they get it right next time. It would have been better to just arrange the Crocs by size, like this area for sizes 3 – 5, and so on. That way, you would know what style and colors are available for that particular size. The system of having 5 or 6 people to receive orders never stood a chance.
I felt so exhausted at the end of it all. But armed it my plastic bags full of our new Crocs sandals, I had a smile on my face, especially when others drooled about the savings I made.