A Boy Kissed Me!

Posted by on Mar 28, 2012 in Child Training, Daughter Dialogues, Everyday Life, Family, Fathers, Mika Dialogues, Parenting, Personals, Random Inspirations, Relationships | 14 comments

I seldom see Dennis over-react to something. He’s not like me who SOMETIMES just wants to exaggerate every emotion and reaction. Hehe…. God, in His sovereignty, knew that he had to create a Dennis who is stable in his emotions, to give to a Thammie who is….well, a woman. :D

What I witnessed earlier, however, was something quite out of the ordinary. Upon waking up, Mika rushed over to us to tell us about something very exciting. One could tell how excited she was to share what she had to share from her smile, her eyes, her tone of voice….well, just about everything. I guessed that the reason for the excitement was because she was about to tell us about her summer class. I was right— it was about that….somewhat.

I initially thought that Mika was excited simply because it’s the first time that we enrolled the kids to any summer class (That’s right. After six years of Alyanna’s existence, she finally knows what it’s like to have summer classes!). But more than the activities, Mika went on to tell us about something else:

Mika: “Mom! A guy in my class told me, ‘Oh, you’re sooo tyoot (cute)! I want to kiss you!” …And then he tissed (kissed) me! And then we all started laughing. My other classmates also started laughing because he tissed me and said that I was tyoot! But it’s otay (okay) because he just tissed me on the cheets (cheeks) lang! ”

Me: *semi-shocked but trying to contain myself* “Uh-huh. I see…..okay…go tell dad about it….”

I then motioned for Dennis to listen and PAY ATTENTION. He was playing NBA at the time that Mika told me about it (FYI: NBA = physically present but mentally absent unless otherwise requested to be present mentally as well).

Mika: “Dad! A guy in my class told me, ‘Oh, you’re sooo tyoot (cute)! I want to kiss you!” …And then he tissed (kissed) me! And then we all started laughing. My other classmates also started laughing because he kissed me and said that I was tyoot! But it’s otay (okay) because he just tissed me on the cheets (cheeks) lang!” *excitement still showing*

Daddy: *drops the iPad and turns to Mika….then points his finger to emphasize the importance of what he was about to say* “What?!?! Okay, the next time a guy does that to you, you tell me right away okay? I’m going to fight the guy and get mad at him!”

Innocent little four-year old Mika: *gulp* …and I assume there was a thought bubble that said “Uh, did I say something wrong???”

After a few seconds, she said “O–kay…”, but she still had that “gulp”-y expression on her face.

Mighty emotionally-stable mom to the rescue!!! :D

Me: “Oh, Mika. *big smile* How nice noh? They think you’re so cute, maybe because you are so kind to them, huh? *big smile*….But the next time someone tells you that they want to kiss you, just tell them right away that you can only kiss mom and dad okay?” *big smile*

Dennis: *starting to get my drift….now trying to sound calm* “Yes, and remember the ONLY boy who can kiss you until you have a husband is daddy. NOBODY ELSE. Okay????”

Mika: *back to her excited self* “Or maybe I can just tell them only the cheets is allowed??”

Dennis: “NO! Not even the cheeks. Only daddy. No boy is allowed to kiss you!”

 

….Okay…. Dennis, you still have about ten years (I hope) to work on your “my-daughter-just-said-the-word-boy!” responses. :)

 

Good thing you have a very calm and stable wife, eh? hehehe ;D

 


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You will Always Be my Baby

Posted by on Apr 10, 2010 in Family, Fathers | 0 comments

“Hanggang ngayon, baby pa rin talaga kita.” (“Up until now, you are still my baby.”)

— This was what my dad told me early this morning as he hugged me and kissed me goodbye.

He gave us a short visit (really short, as in he got here yesterday afternoon and had to leave first thing in the morning) and I was still in bed when he had to leave for the airport. I was still groggy when I hugged him back and smiled at the “cheesy-ness” of his statement, but I appreciated every bit of mush there. :)

I love it when my dad comes to visit us. Just yesterday I told him how I’ve noticed that every time we get together, from the moment we get within a five-meter radius distance from each other, there’s no stopping me from talking (I got that from him). I even noticed yesterday that for the first time, Alyanna fell quiet as she lost hope of being able to interrupt our conversation. What a rare sight! :)

My two girls also adore their grandpa. Even though they seldom see each other since he lives all the way south, they easily warm up to him as soon as they get together. I describe my daughters’ personalities as “diesel”, in the sense that it takes them a long time to warm up to people and interact with them. But with my dad, they make an exemption. I guess all the love and affection just naturally overflow from him that they can’t help but receive and reciprocate.

Ever since I was a little girl, I never lacked affection and affirmation from my dad. He made it a point to show me how much he loved me and how much he valued and accepted me. He has always been one of my very best friends. I could tell him anything, as in anything…and I did—even when I got mad at him or got hurt by anything he said to me, or when I felt frustrated with the things that were happening in my life. When I couldn’t say it out loud, I expressed myself through writing. Eitherway, I always let him in on how I felt and what I was thinking, and he would always respond with wisdom, acceptance, and in love.

When I look at how my relationship with my earthly father has been, I can say that it has greatly affected how I am with my Heavenly Father. I don’t need to look for affection and affirmation anywhere else because now I get it first and foremost from Him. He always makes it a point to show me how much he loves me, values me, and accepts me. He is my very best friend. I could tell him anything… and I do— whether my life is going well or when I am facing some difficulties and disappointments. Even when I couldn’t say it out loud, the beauty of it is that my Heavenly Father already knows my thoughts. He always knows and understands how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking—even when sometimes I do not understand myself— and he always gives me His wisdom, always accepts me, and always responds in love. He can’t help himself— He is love. :)

It is my prayer that as I grow older in my faith, it will be this way still— that I will always be that child who first runs to her Father, to receive and reciprocate the love and affection. I want to grow in my faith being comfortable with hearing those words from my Heavenly Father saying, “My daughter, up until now, you’re still my baby.” :)


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