This day was the last day of Raviv’s 3rd quarter at school. And sadly, probably his last day at his current school. Randy decided to pull out Raviv from school because last year we had a problem sending Raviv to school. Lahat ng drivers and vehicles namin, wiped out during summer. Moreover, Randy wanted to spend the remaining days of March bonding with Raviv because we know that come April and May, we will both be MIA.
Anyway, Raviv’s class’s topic for the past quarter was on community workers. To cap it off, the students were required to go to school as community workers. Normally I’d prepare for that weeks before the event, but we were already too busy preparing for the grueling summer. Ergo two days before the program nag-panic na ako at nag-post sa Facebook ng SOS.
Meet Manong Raviv, ang magtataho ng Rainbow/Brent Community:
At dahil ni-request ni Tita Charissa na i–wardrobe diary ito, well hindi natin aatrasan ‘yan!
- sleeveless shirt: Blue Mart
- denim jeans: Old Navy
- slippers: Gingersnaps
- cap: one of Motherhood’s pasalubong for Raviv from her business trip to Washington D.C.; it has “Future President” stitched to it (now THAT would be a story great for campaigns—from magtataho to US president! Talbog ang kwento ni Manny Villar!)
The night before, Raviv has already mastered the modulated “Taaaaa-huuuuuuuuu!” chant. When we arrived at Brent Gym, everyone who saw him in his gutay-gutay outfit and faux taho cans smiled. His teacher even giddily came up to him and took pictures of his outfit. Other parents came up to me and complimented how cute, unique and creative it was. Not to mention the fact that pulling this off was super easy. Butasan lang ang lata ng gatas, lagyan ng tali at ilagay sa bamboo stick and voila! Consummatum est! (Maraming maraming salamat talaga Maquibells!!!)
Kaso eto. Raviv did not want to part from us. He was supposed to be seated in front beside his classmates, but he wanted to sit with Randy and me. As in he won’t let go of my hand.
And when we finally coerced him to separate from us, he was slumped on his chair miserably while his classmates were chatting and playing.
Things got worse when they got on stage supposedly to dance. Randy and I were pained to see Raviv standing still with his head bowed down and miserable, while his classmates danced happily in front. We were alarmed and surprised, because at home Raviv was not like that.
After the program when we were eating, we really urged Raviv to separate from us and play with his classmates. He did not want to and stuck to us like glue. But we were relentless in making him socialize. So he was forced to roam around. At nagtututumba ng mga upuan, sabay tingin sa amin. I told Yaya Gigi not to mind him. When that did not get our attention, he ran again and pretended to have bumped onto a big post. Several times. And each time he “fell”, he would look at us. Nadudurog ang puso ko, but I knew the game he was playing.
Upon getting home, what else did I do but research about what to do with shy kids. No parent we know likes having a timid child, right? We all want them bibo. But one of the articles I read said that a child’s being shy is not a disease, therefore we should not try to cure it. So what if our child does not easily warm to strangers? Instead, we should focus on the positive aspects of having a reserved/sensitive aka “shy” child: they are less self-centered, they assess first before doing anything, they care more about the people around them, and they think more deeply. In fairness, may point ‘yung article. The Monday after this program I got Raviv’s card from school and got to talk with his teacher. Teacher Gracie said that she does not think anything was wrong with Raviv, although he really gets overwhelmed when there are several kids. He loves reading, can work alone, plays but does not get in conflict with other kids, and loves singing. She noted how Raviv easily learns the lyrics and melody of new songs, and that when the class sings, Raviv’s voice is very audible. So I guess that’s more than OK.
Para mabawasan ang pagka-stage mother ko (at n’yo ), I want to remind myself of this very popular poem by Khalil Gibran:
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
Tell me what you think!
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