Come join us in our nesting place.

It’s been awhile. :-)

Been juggling work offline, work online and life offline. Babysitting in between. Tough act. I hope next month, a sitter or helper falls off from heavens. I hope, I pray.

For the meantime, let’s get used to my erratic online presence. *smiles*

And the docs from the engineering recruitment agency came in the office. Very important papers, which spell of a bright future  in a land where the pasture is said to be greener,  to be signed and submitted.

But it’s not for me, but for an officemate and friend. It would seem that someone’s moving out of the office in less than one month. Career move.

Oh people are moving on and saying goodbye.  Sad but it’s the reality in the workplace.  A familiar face goes,  a new face gets in. It’s a cycle, I reminded myself as I think of a time when I heard about the career concept of growing, glowing and going. It’s no use to be so melodramatic about it.

Soon I might be going. Soon I might join in the foray.  I wonder when though.   I have plans and that’s why I’ve  written a few of engineering recruitment agents who may be able to help. But I’m still waiting for the right time. For God’s perfect time.

In my previous post, I did admit about making mad dashes to the CR every 30 minutes, but failing miserably everytime. It’s embarassing, I know. But women who have been pregnant would know all about it. I don’t fancy the leaks. Oh well who likes to smell like a toilet bowl? ;-)

Thing is, I only discovered lately that I could have avoided embarassing situations like that had I known about Stride, an innovation in the lingerie department that helps women manage unexpected bladder leaks.

From the outside, these undies look like regular underwears. But in truth they are not because of their built-in liners, that extraordinarily keep one dry and fresh.  Made with OQUOS™ technology, the liners can deodorize and hold  “an ounce of moisture” without the diaper feel. Despite the minor leaks, it’s really amazing that the liners feel like they’re barely there. The fabric ( esp of the one I have)  also gives one a pretty snug fit. Really perfect for all  women who I know wants to walk, run, strut, sway, sashay confidently all day long. 

And so let me say this.  I really, really  love wearing my Stride since I must admit that four months after giving birth, my bladder is still adjusting *wink*. 

I received this email last October and I hope to share this prayer (for our teachers) with everyone:

Giver of All Wisdom and Greatest of all Teachers,
Look upon our teachers with love.

Grant them the perseverance
To nurture our eager minds
And to never give up on us who fall behind.

Bless their hearts
For they rejoice when we succeed
And encourage us when we fail.

Endow them with gentle patience
For the path of learning is never easy.

Kindle a spirit of passion in them
It is the flame that ignites the love of learning in us.

Help them see the potential in each student
Their belief in us means much more than the grade we make.

Instill in them a commitment to keep on learning.
It shows us to not fear new knowledge and experiences.

Inspire them to touch the future.
They influence how big a dream we dream for ourselves.

Bless our teachers who have come before,
for their work endures to this day.

Let the light of Your example shine upon all teachers:
To build up with their words
To love with their mind
To share with their heart

Amen.

I had a surprising thought fleeting through my mind this afternoon as I was supervising Matt  and his friend during their “quiet” activity (of coloring and solving puzzles).

I wondered if I’d make a good teacher. Had I opted for the teaching profession (like my mother) instead of engineering, would I be successful? Surprising thought, since I vowed not to follow my mother’s footsteps when I was a lot younger and still choosing my career path.

But looking at the kids as they work on finishing their tasks, I was inspired. Somehow, the responsibility of looking after them,  of making sure a good the outcome of our little time together was unexpectedly inspiring. Oh I don’t know if what I’m saying  makes sense but let’s me put it like this. Our time together this afternoon  inspired me to teach, to encourage, and to inspire them back. And I wish all teachers feel the same way with their students. They should.

But  as I write that, a disheartening incident in my son’s school come to mind. I don’t want to elaborate but it must have been traumatic for my son to say the least. It pains me to remember all that and this I have to say, witnessing it was a bit traumatic for me too, prompting us (hubs and I) to consider transferring Matt to a boys school, which is our first choice of school for him. We are so disappointed but ‘thought it would be practical to wait until this school year ends before making a final decision.

Now back to my time with the kids this afternoon. I realize that even if I’m not a “true” teacher, I believe I can inspire, teach, mold them by just being a good parent, or a friend, or  a plain wannabe-teacher to them.  The world is really a huge classroom and Life will always gives us the opportunity to teach. Right?  I surprise myself with these thoughts really (and what I just wrote).

But I must say kids have the uncanny ways of inspiring us. And of making us change our hearts.   Sometimes, with their resilience; other times, with their stubborness. Sometimes with their innocence and most of the time with their wisdom.    

After all the times we’ve been together, I’m sure you know how much I appreciate you.

I have really loved you. And I have trusted all I have with you, in you.

You’ve taken care of me as I have you.
You helped me sort my life, and its mess. And lovingly, you’ve kept it all in.
You’ve given me everything, really everything you can.
You’ve actually satisfied me. You did - except for my insatiable (and ever increasing!) need for space.

Please don’t give up on me now. Please, Baby. I’ll fall apart if you go.

-dedicated to my about-to-crash external HD :-)

Something from the backyard.