it's not as easy as 1-2-3

Maybe I’ve said this a trillion times already that my daughter loves to sing and dance. :hide: I told you I’m just like any mother. Hehe. But I’ll talk about her love for dancing.

It’s routine for us every night to dance with her. Although it’s been said that if you would want your child to have an early bedtime, you should never have her engage in activities that would require lots of energy 2 to 3 hours before because makabuhi man og dugo, we could not put this into practice. Khandi just loves to dance. She’d hold your hands and say, “Dance” and “Sing.” Then she’ll lead you to get her to turn and lean with her back on you so she could raise her legs up high in the air. Then she lets go especially during instrumental parts in songs so she can do her own version of pirouette. What kind of mother could ever resist that? Bahala nag maalkanse ko sa tulog. =)

I’ve always been vocal about how I’d want to enroll her in ballet class, and how we just can’t for the moment. It’s heartbreaking really even if I can console myself that there’s still next year or the year after next or maybe simply next time. You know when you don’t really have so much, there’s always the supplemental and the essential. You simply cannot confuse those two.

I remember when I was so much younger. I was probably 6 or 7 at that time. I have loved to dance, too, and I knew in my heart that my mother had also wanted me to get in ballet class. She knew I’d be happy. But I got lucky. One day, someone asked me numbers for masiao. I gave a combination and won. The prize was enough to enroll me in ballet class. I remember my mom and I were so happy. But it’s not all fun while I was in the class. Although I was very young then, I have had my share of “pressure”. Everyone in class seemed to have that particular pair of shoe I’ve always wanted to have. It made me want to have the same pair, too. So I told my mother and I could never forget that moment. I could never forget those eyes. Those eyes I wouldn’t want my own daughter to see. It was haunting in the sense that sadness has engulfed it and swallowed everything whole.

I’m probably wearing those eyes right now.

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