I think I achieved my target heart rate last Friday–for several hours! It is arguably one of my most tiring days this year. What happened? I accompanied Raviv to his field trip. Alone. Everyone who have spent a day with my son cringed and looked at me with awe when I told them my heroism. Yes, only a hero or a martyr would spend a day with my whirlwind son alone.
Anyway, I’ve been looking forward to Raviv’s field trip for a long time now. A companion was not required but I was pretty certain the other kids in Raviv’s class would have companions. Eh alam n’yo naman ako, ayoko na nagiging kawawa ang anak ko. I wanted to make sure someone would have his/her eyes almost solely on Raviv. Moreover, I wanted to make amends for my shortcoming during the Family Day at his school.
So on Friday, I decided to accompany Raviv to his field trip to Graco Farm in Pila, Laguna. I no longer asked Yaya Isay to join me because Friday is Yaya Margie’s day off. Our rule is that when one of the nannies takes the day off, the on duty nanny would rest while Raviv is at school and when Raviv naps. Although I asked Randy to come with us, I no longer pushed him when he refused to because our busy season has unofficially begun (OK, so I may have pouted a little when he dropped us off at Raviv’s school).
Since Raviv was going to a farm, he of course had to dress as a farmer. A totally adorable farmer at that! He wore a Baby Gap denim overalls, Osh Kosh B’Gosh plaid polo, straw hat from tiangge, and SmartFit shoes.
When I rode the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI) coaster and saw Randy drove away, I literally sighed deeply. And if I were a Catholic I might have done the sign of the cross. I told myself, “Kaya mo ‘to!” Anyway, it was a good thing that the IRRI coaster had a seatbelt on each seat. And to keep Raviv from being his usual active self, I gave him food.
After a few minutes, we were already at Graco.
I braced myself because I knew I was in for an “adventure”. And barely a few minutes after, I was already panicking! On our way to feed the poultry, we passed by a wooden bridge above a fishpond. And my fish-obsessed son was pulling my right hand to it while chanting, “Fish, fish, fish!” And take note: siya lang ang ganun! All the other kids were pretty content with their parents leading the way! I was panicking because my other left hand was carrying my Cath Kidston spot carry-all bag which functioned as lunch bag-slash-diaper bag. Translation: it was heavy!!!
Good thing one of the teacher aides in Raviv’s class came to the rescue and held Raviv’s other hand. As she was reaching for Raviv’s free hand, I overheard the nanny of Raviv’s classmate ask her ward: “Ano *child’s name* tutulog ka nanaman?” because the tot was asking for milk. I asked the nanny whether her ward was antukin, and she said yes. At that moment, I secretly wished my son would be antukin. Kahit ngayon lang! Then Raviv’s teacher and I talked.
Me: Ah antukin po ba si *child’s name*?
Teacher: Ay opo mommy. Napakaantukin niyan.
Me: A talaga po. Akala ko malikot. Eh si Raviv po?
Teacher: Ay naku po hindi! Soooobrang active niyan (I could hear the desperation in her voice)
Me: Siya po ba ang pinakamalikot?
Teacher: Opo siya po. Hindi ko nga po alam saan niya nakukuha ang energy niya eh. Ano po bang pinapakain ninyo sa kanya?
Me: Ay bawal nga po ‘yan sa chocolates at sweets eh…
Teacher: Ah grabe wala pa palang chocolates ng lagay na ‘yan! Minsan nga po one hour kami sa playground, slide siya nang slide, akyat nang akyat. ‘Pag pasok po sa classroom parang walang nangyari–hindi man lang napagod! Tapos ambigat pa po ano? Siksik na siksik.
Me: Oo nga po eh. Kaya nga po dalawa ang yaya niya.
Teacher: Ay buti naman po! Hindi po kakayanin ‘yan kung isa lang ang yaya!
And so I panicked more!!! I thought we were just OA about Raviv’s seemingly endless supply of energy, but our fears were confiiiiiiirmed and justified.
Patay ka talaga Nanay Dewmaine!
Anyway, I calmed after I realized that Raviv’s teachers were very helpful. So off we went to our first stop: the poultry! As soon as Raviv saw the poultry, he got excited and started chanting, “Ta-ki, ta-ki, ta-ki!!!” (ta-ki = turkey) and then “Ti-ti!!! Ti-ti!!!” (ti-ti = chicken. Don’t ask me why. Pero hindi pervert ang anak ko ha!!! Oh wait!!! He calls a fox “fuck” Patay. 🙁 But in fairness, malapit). The kids were then given poultry feed, much to their delight.
At first I was afraid that the animals–the turkeys especially–might peck the kids. Si Raviv pa naman talagang humahawak! But thank God the animals were really gentle. No one got hurt whatsoever.
After feeding the poultry, off we went to the tiny fishpond Raviv was dragging me to earlier. I honestly did not like the activity because to feed the fish we had to get to the edge of the sloped soil. I kept visualizing Raviv falling–I knew it wasn’t impossible! Good thing again one of the farm hands helped us. But I really kept our distance from the water. Mahirap na!
After the fishpond (thank God!!!) we proceeded to the goat pen (or whatever you call an enclosed area where goats are kept). The kids were given fresh, cut mango branches which they gave to the goats. Ang cute nila! Cuter pa when they bottle-fed baby goats (a.k.a. kid. Oha alam ko!!!)
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