No One To Play With

The busy schedule that has been going on for months has disabled me to spend more time with my daughter.  Before the school year ended, my work routine schedule started at 6:30am until 11:00pm.

6:30am  Morning coffee, clean up the dishes left from last night, get Via's things ready for school
7:30am Once husband arrives from his first work hour of the day, I rush to get ready.
8:45am Board the tricycle service of Via to her nearby school
9:00am Board my service to go to the office
1 hour on the road for a 5KM Distance (Damn Manila Traffic)
10:00am On my Desk
3:00pm Board my service to get home if work can wait for the next day.  Otherwise, I have to stay longer.
4:00pm Reach home.  Rest WHILE checking on Via's school things.  Try to help Via with school work.
5:30pm Early DINNER
6:00am Wash up and get ready for the part time work
7:00pm First class of the day
10:00pm Ends the last class of the day
11:00pm go to bed... or watch more of NETFLIX


Now where do I fit PLAYTIME with VIA in that schedule?

I don't remember my parents play with us.  They probably did but I don't really remember.  I also don't remember feeling bad about it.  I hope my daughter doesn't feel neglected because I feel that I am not sparing enough time for her.

This week, I had quit my part-time home-based work in the hopes of focusing in the family business and giving more time for my daughter.  However, she's entering Second Grade this coming school year and we haven't finished with the First Grade Brain Quest book that I was planning to help her with.

I'll try again tomorrow.

Everyone Loves Everyone

I put up a white board in our beside my daughter's study table months ago.  I play teacher most of the time to my daughter.  I couldn't afford a tutor, that's why.  I make my daughter's education my responsibility.  She is not excelling in any of her subjects unlike other kids but I'm still happy with her progress.  

I kind of blame myself when there is something she don't know that she ought to know.  However, it doesn't show because I resort to scolding her during study period at home.  And I always regret it.

I should always keep in mind that our home is her refuge since school is hard enough as it is.  It's unbelievable what they're teaching 5-year old these days.  I'm actually scared for my kid. 

The white board was supposed to be an aid to my after-school reinforcement plans.  However, my markers dry up not because of all the studying that we do but because of the drawings she always makes every single day.  

A couple of days ago, instead of seeing stick people and animals on the board, I saw words of how she feels about her family.  The upper most photo shows how she misspelled the word "LOVE".  It didn't matter because she knew the very essence of the word.  She knew that we have a lot of that here at home.  

I came home today to find the photo below it.  She correctly spelled the word "LOVE" this time.    

In our home, we say "I love you" a lot of times.  And I hope, the meaning of these words will grow with her, give her strength and courage in this lifetime and the next.