Life Lessons

My little guyI took Monday morning off from work to join my 10-year-old in school because it was Student Organization elections.  He was running for Vice President which was one of the two positions alotted to fifth graders like him.  He had run for Secretary last year but had not made it past the class eliminations, and he took that loss with a grain of salt and said it was okay.

This year, he made it past the class eliminations and was one of 4 candidates (2 from each fifth grade class) vying for the position.  Of course, I was the proud mom.  I created flyers and posters which, unfortunately, we were not allowed to use.  (” Mrs. G, it’s not fair for us to allow your son to use professionally made posters — it puts the other kids to a disadvantage, ” I was told… no flyers either, because the other kids didn’t have any of them.)    The father was up in arms arguing that his son was ‘thinking out of the box’.  Me, I just stood back and enjoyed their enthusiasm for the school elections.  I’ve been through a couple of those in my day, and I was just the one pulling the outfit and the props together.  Father and son worked on the speech.

Election day was Monday, the 3rd.  Unfortunately for the Dad, he had to fly off to a conference in Vegas.  I hied down to the school, took my seat, whipped out my iPhone when his turn came and shot the video.  He was one of only 2 male candidates in a total slate of 16, looking dapper in his suit jacket.  I warned him not to flip his hair for the girls, something I was told elicits some giggles when he does.  (My son, the heart throb.)

When I came in, his buddies all waved at me and assured me they were voting for him.  Even the girls from the class.  Our biggest stumbling block is that one of the three girls he was competing against was one of the popular girls.  (Who, incidentally, was “his first” — girlfriend, that is — in kindergarten, until she smacked him in the face. LOL)  Well, popular girl won.

I got a call at the usual hour when he gets home, and my first mistake, I think, was that I asked, “Do I have a Vice President?”  Then silence.  And there was silence and sniffling for maybe the next 3 minutes.  I put on my mommy hat and went on to try and comfort my little guy.  I reminded him I had warned him about the possibility of losing, to which he always said he was finewith.  Disappointment can be such a heavy burden to bear, more so in a competitive exercise like an election.  Winning can be euphoric and intoxicating — I’ve been there.  But losing can cut through the heart, and I’ve been there, too.

I was at work, and he was home.  I didn’t know how to comfort this young heart as I heard it breaking.  He called again a few minutes later, and there was 5 minutes of silence — tears were flowing on the other end.  Nothing I said seemed to make a difference.  So I just let him cry.  It’s one of those moments when you wish you could whip out something from your magic hat and make everything alright.  I asked him if he wanted something special for dinner, but he just said he didn’t even have an appetite.  (Mom’s heart breaking again.)

I reminded him he had said he would be fine if he lost — but he told me between sobs that he thought there was a chance he would win, and he really thought he could.  In all honesty, I did, too.  But I’m the eternal optimist.  Hearing him crying on the other end of the line made me wonder, though, if I should have tempered my optimism with a little more caution against losing to help him deal with that possibility when it happened.


For all the tears shed, I am grateful for the lesson this whole exercise has taught him.  Sometimes we try to protect and shield our children from the evils and pains of the world — but there are lessons that they must learn on their own if they are to make it in the dog-eat-dog world out there.  Disappointment and loss are two things that are very hard to deal with even for us, grown ups.  Even in small doses, they can be tough on a 10-year-old’s heart.  But they must be dealt with, they must be experienced.  They have to be faced head on, because in life, there will be bigger disappointments and losses.

He’s okay now.  We even shot a video of him “serenading” me with Minnie Ripperton’s “Never Existed Before”.  He gamely sang falsetto (!) and danced as he performed knowing he was being filmed.  I was so surprised he knew most of the lyrics, but then, I shouldn’t be given I play that song over and over again as a pick-me-up song in the morning.

Another life lesson learned.  Taking off my mommy hat now to get to the city and go into my “other” job.

Uncle Sam said No

I just finished talking to the family back home. My Mom, Sister nad younger brother Nikky had gone for their visa interview. I was really hoping that they would be approved.  Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

Nikky’s denial was understandable.  Single, not earning enough in Manila compared to what he would earn if he worked here in the US.  Mom and Ofie got flagged for both having extended their stay with me.  I tried to make light of it by telling Nikky he didn’t wear his lucky charm. 

I was telling him I needed him here if only because I needed his company.  I was so looking forward to that.

Another day, another time.