The Fort That Was Ignored

Today is Thursday. Mama day. I am home with Z.
I woke up planning that I would be taking her outside – to the bridge by the river and watch the birds.
However, it has been drizzling the whole day, not to mention the wind.
Ice and wind outside.
Thank you winter.
So I thout of building a fort so Z and I could play and pretend to be camping somewhere.
Today’s generation is really different – and with all honesty, this is scaring me.

They may look cute with information technology, but not entirely pretty!
My daughter totally ignored me and the fort that I built.
She would rather play with the ipad – her Papa paid for more puzzles, book readers, memory games.
She would rather take the princess and the unicorn to bathe and dress them up with stones and jewels and make-up.
She would rather watch and sing along with nursery rhymes in Youtube.
All THESE she does by herself.
I took it away, she just stared at me.
Then transferred to my open laptop.

Gone are the days when children connect with other people to learn and to grow.
I know I have to do something. We have to do something.

I am proud that she is ahead of her time. I just hope she will never stop wanting to learn more.

We are the parents of today’s generation.
How our children will grow up – is entirely up to us.

And yes, the news on tv and the internet are scaring me, scaring my husband.

The people behind these bad deeds were also somebody’s children once.
How were they raised? How was their relationship with their parents? Their society?
How was their relationship with themselves?

Am I overthinking again?

The Fort vs The Ipad

The Fort vs The Ipad


My Little Kitten

Just a few minutes ago, I caught Z licking her hand like a how a cat does while cleaning his paw.

I asked, “What are you doing Zoë?”

“Handje poetsen.” (Cleaning hand), she answered back.

“You are not a cat baby.”

“Simba doet ook.” (Simba also does the same), she said.


Lights and Smiles

When I was growing up, I had been used to the idea that Christmas season starts as soon as the ‘ber months approaches – September, October, November.

When I was a little girl in the Philippines, my grandmother would start decorating the house as early as October or November – same with almost everybody else in the country. The spirit of Christmas brought about by the decorations, the Christmas tree, the Nativity (Belen) and the lights bring about this inept sense of hope and love and warmth – of forgivings and givings.

Now that I am in the Netherlands, I so much envy the pictures of decorated homes for Christmas in the Philippines that I see on facebook. Sone three years ago when I was new here, I think I decorated our house after the celebration of Thanksgiving in the US. My husband told me that he did not mind, however my mother-in-law started telling me about Sinterklaas (Saint Nicholas from Spain who brings gifts to the children in the Netherlands every 5th of December) – a week after Thanksgiving (in the US)

In other words, I only started decorating our home this past weekend – and with so much gusto at that! I was so excited to decorate and have everything arranged that I forgot to imagine that it also involved a lot of working with your arms and you having to carry boxes up and down the basement staircase.

I ended up setting the Christmas decors for 2 days – plus with a very active toddler running around you with the Christmas lights coiled around her!

To sum it up – I am happy. Now I see the lights and have also placed the framed photo of my Lola Cion beside the miniature Christmas tree – with the colored, dancing lights surrounding her.

They say that Christmas is the season where you feel homesick even when you’re home. I have lots of homes. I belong to 2 countries now.

Whicever way I choose to celebrate Christmas, whether it be the Filipino way or the Dutch way, I will see to it that I will find contentment.

And be happy.

These are hard to come by nowadays.

Photo credit to my cousin Janice Lamm
This is a photo of her Christmas Tree