Last year, I was so uneasy when I realized that you would have to go to school in June. You were just a baby… MY baby… and the thought of sending you to school just did not sit well with me. Months passed and without me doing anything extraordinary, you just bloomed. All of a sudden you were talking incessantly. You became more assertive, asserting your right as a member of our family (Read: You bossed your Ate around! Buti na lang anak you have a very understanding Ate.). Your hunger to learn became more evident. When I enrolled you for next school year, I was not as nervous as I thought I would be but still I had my reservations.
When I told you that you were going to go to school for three days for trial class, I saw how excited you were. Your eyes sparkled every time we would talk about going to class and you even asked me to practice several times. “Practice” meant I was going to ask you the usual questions like what your name is, how old you are, etc., and you would answer. We even practiced how you would shake the hand of your teacher and say “Good afternoon.” Every time I reminded you that you were going to school, you answered me, “Yes. Joya will not shout. Joya will not cry.”
The night before your class, I talked to you and Ate seriously about what is going to happen. Afterwards, you came up to my tummy and whispered, “Baby, Joya will go to school tomorrow. I will be classmates with Ate Jia.” I was sooo touched that you were including Baby in your journey. Kuyang kuya ka na. *sniffles*