here's my kwento No. 2...
Last friday nag kasakit ang aking MIL at dahil walang mag aalaga sa aking anak I decided to take her with me sa office. She was very bait a night before, hindi sya namuyat and she even woke up early para maka pag prepare. She we reached our office it's too early pa kaya hindi pa sya na hirapan mag adjust sa surroundings nya and even to people around her kaya lang hindi ko yata talaga ma aalis sa anak na mag taray whenever someone's around her and tried to kiss her, maybe she feels like they're going to kidnap her anytime, super scared sya sa tao I heard nga one of my office mate saying na "suplada"daw ang anak ko at hindi mahawakan, ang say ko naman "suplada"agad? hindi ba pwedeng hindi ka lang kilala at ma -ingat lang sa buhay nya kaya ayaw lumapit sayo? hmf!
The whole day went well super likot na ng baby ko, dati I can still work habang nasa stroller sya ngayon you have to watch her every move and whenever she feels mag lambing you have to give her your attention kasi pag hindi she'll make a mess like pulling off the mouse or dropping the telephone. She even walk around without her shoes sa buong lobby as in yapak kung yapak ang peg ng anak ko.
During that day ang dami ko na realize, na realize ko yung hirap ng working mom, na realize ko yung saya at na realize ko na lahat kaya ko gawin at magagawa ko pag dating sa anak ko.
Mahirap maging working mom since ang number 1 objective ng isang nanay is to give the best to our kids pero paano natin magagawa if half of the time or our time we have to spend working or being away with them, at pag naman kasama natin sila we have to make sure that her environment won't give them harm.
I think one of the hassle ko that day was when aina wasn't able to sleep sa ingay and wala sya matulugan kasi hindi kid friendly ang office namin, kaya she waited till 5pm to sleep sa taxi and when we got home you can't really disturbed her no matter what you do sa sobrang sarap ng tulog nya dahil sa pagod.
:-)
Last friday nag kasakit ang aking MIL at dahil walang mag aalaga sa aking anak I decided to take her with me sa office. She was very bait a night before, hindi sya namuyat and she even woke up early para maka pag prepare. She we reached our office it's too early pa kaya hindi pa sya na hirapan mag adjust sa surroundings nya and even to people around her kaya lang hindi ko yata talaga ma aalis sa anak na mag taray whenever someone's around her and tried to kiss her, maybe she feels like they're going to kidnap her anytime, super scared sya sa tao I heard nga one of my office mate saying na "suplada"daw ang anak ko at hindi mahawakan, ang say ko naman "suplada"agad? hindi ba pwedeng hindi ka lang kilala at ma -ingat lang sa buhay nya kaya ayaw lumapit sayo? hmf!
The whole day went well super likot na ng baby ko, dati I can still work habang nasa stroller sya ngayon you have to watch her every move and whenever she feels mag lambing you have to give her your attention kasi pag hindi she'll make a mess like pulling off the mouse or dropping the telephone. She even walk around without her shoes sa buong lobby as in yapak kung yapak ang peg ng anak ko.
During that day ang dami ko na realize, na realize ko yung hirap ng working mom, na realize ko yung saya at na realize ko na lahat kaya ko gawin at magagawa ko pag dating sa anak ko.
Mahirap maging working mom since ang number 1 objective ng isang nanay is to give the best to our kids pero paano natin magagawa if half of the time or our time we have to spend working or being away with them, at pag naman kasama natin sila we have to make sure that her environment won't give them harm.
I think one of the hassle ko that day was when aina wasn't able to sleep sa ingay and wala sya matulugan kasi hindi kid friendly ang office namin, kaya she waited till 5pm to sleep sa taxi and when we got home you can't really disturbed her no matter what you do sa sobrang sarap ng tulog nya dahil sa pagod.
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| Happy with her cookies |
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| No bed? We have tables keri na rin hehe |
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| With her Tito Jef making bantay |
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