Six years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. A girl who cried at all times, literally. When it gets warm, or cool perhaps, she would wail. When strangers(to her) visit, the house would be filled with her screams. Her granny seemed to be the only one who knew what she wants. Granny's girl, all the way.
When she got a little bigger, toys would make her cry. That is, when mommy and daddy refuse to buy her more toys. When I switch channels, expect a world war to ensue. A lot of weeping and bawling,too, when its time to eat. A spoonful of food would take about 5 minutes before it gets to be swallowed. 5 freaking minutes! Imagine how long it would take to finish a plate of rice and chicken.
Now, it seemed like mommy is the one crying more. When we watched Toy Story , especially the 3rd one, I was crying, Zay had to fetch some tissue for me. We watched it like, 10 times already because its on repeat mode at the Disney Channel, and yet you would still catch me sobbing. I read a story, which you can read about here, I found myself weeping silently. When we went to the doctor to have Zay's ear infection checked, I was miserable too because she was freaked out when the doctor tried cleaning her ear. When I suspected that someone from school was bullying her, I got teary-eyed while talking to her teacher. When I realized that she is having a hard time dealing with the new school environment, I literally cried myself to sleep. I have been crying a lot lately and its because of my child. Yup, my girl is having some problems at her new school and it makes me soooo sad. :(
|Six years ago|
Hubby and I have talked it over. I think we have made a wrong decision of choosing her school . We wanted the best for her yet we realized, the best school may not be best for HER. But we are letting her finish the rest of the school year in that school. I think it would be a lot more traumatic if we pull her out and she has to adjust to another school now. What do you think, mommies?
I'm ending this post with a picture of my happy, vibrant girl. We love her totally, to bits. We love her despite of it all. Because of it all. I may not be a perfect mom, but hell, I am trying. I am freaking trying.