Bringing therapy home

With the recent mosquito infestation here, I feel bad seeing Blyf taking all the biting and scratching. She’s by far the mosquitoes’ favorite.

Tuesdays and Thursdays are her therapy days. This is so because STAC (Stimulation and Therapeutic Activity Center), a locally funded facility for children that needed more than just a classroom exposure, cannot cater everyone to be scheduled on a daily basis. Though the facility is funded, the government has not given it enough attention. And like our conventional public schools, there is still more areas that needs improvement.  I do not want to talk about that here, politics is such an exhausting and complex topic. Our government is too corrupt it’s becoming the way of life. How am I going to help to change that? I don’t know. To address issues like hunger, education, and employment maybe there is something that I can contribute. To focus on that is better than curse politicians on their lack of conscience and too much hunger for power.

I work at home but I fail to give Blyf the needed time to draw her attention from gadget and everything moving. This 12-hour work shift has taken its toll and taken me away from the real purpose of why I work at home. So far I have not been consistent with my study sessions with Blyf, specially on days where every ticking of the clock starts to sound more like a bomb. I am changing that, not just because I feel guilty and all but also to draw my attention to what I purposely want to do in life. It’s unlikely that we reach our goal when we veer our direction somewhere else. It just doesn’t logically fit.

Last night, I taught Blyf to point out her nose. It’s not because I wanted to teach her anatomy. Her nose is her most prominent asset. I’m her mother, I have the Filipino nose (flat yet cute), she has her dad’s Harry Potterish nose. I was giving her instruction in the middle of my refresher quiz. She tried getting my attention, I tried to ask her to go to her daddy. I lack the time but I know I can do better. We can both do better. In the morning, I closed my computer after her breakfast and gathered all the materials. We studied alphabets of which she can identify except that she turn “P” upside down and tells me it’s “d”. We studied shapes and colors.  So, everyday, I just have to remind myself of the words “patience and consistency” so we can just bring her therapy home and we can be both better.

These are meant to aid her learning not replace my time with her.

Published by monalisachong

Every one agrees that life is fleeting. And that life is change. It never stays the same. I am a believer of choice, of opportunities embraced and lost, I dictate what happens to me. This makes me hopeful, makes me dream, gives me courage and clears my realm. And I hope to share how change affects my life.

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