No sacrifice was too great to forward our education and, fortunately, books and the tradition of study were not unknown in our family. - Sidney Altman
Today is the first day my daughter goes to school. She’s attending nursery in one of the international schools managed by Filipinos. It’s not cheap, her tuition fee plus “blah blah fees” are equivalent to enrolling your child to an exclusive nun-supervised kindergarten in Manila. I just hope they have the same standard of teaching.
I don’t know who is more excited, the child or the mother. My wife woke up around 5:30 while my daughter and I are still sleeping. Preparing everything her daughter needs, from her lunch to her extra clothes and towel. Teary-eyed pa when she was dressing up our daughter. Anak nang tupa, nursery lang e, melodramatic na itong misis ko. How much more kaya kung aakyat na yan to receive her college diploma. Baka mag lupasay na.
I have to adjust too. Since I have to bring my “mag-ina” to school and back, I have to wakeup earlier than I use to do, to avoid heavy traffic during school days. Doble-talo. Pagod ka na, butas pa ang bulsa. But I’ll do anything when it comes to my daughter’s education. Kahit ipang-utang ko pa, just to ensure my child’s future. Any responsible parent knows that.
Now I know the real meaning behind what my Mom used to say to us “Makakabawi na kami nang Daddy mo pag meron na kayong sariling anak”.