With Kids? Here's Uncommon Advice

Travelling with a toddler, they say, is a nightmare.

Well I've travelled with Zoe, rode cars, jeepneys, tricycles, buses, planes, boats, and so far, so good. Zoe has a relatively happy disposition. Give her enough food, enough sleep, and she'll be relatively patient with all the things one goes through while travelling. She's a happy camper, and you just have to really tire her out so she'll be a happy sleeper too. Even at malls, she never threw a tantrum because she wanted something.

Until that last day in Hong Kong.

When we bought her a toy at the airport. And then she wanted to open that toy. Right this very moment. Now na! So there we were, lining up to get into immigration at the Hong Kong airport, and Zoe was bawling. BAWLING. Crying her heart out. No explanation from us could soothe her. She wanted that toy opened, now! We went through the security check area, towards the immigration area, and still she was crying. (We couldn't open the toy though, because the toy had several small and large parts that weren't play-able while walking). I was carrying Zoe that time, and I was seriously rethinking this plan to bring her along for a longer future trip.

So this advice I will share with parents -- Don't buy toys for your kids at the airport. If buying toys, make sure they can easily be played with while on the go. Explanations about patience don't really work too well with two-year olds.

We got home to Manila around 11pm. Zoe was still awake then. You know the first thing she did when she came home? She opened her toy.

Hmm. Some kids never forget.

Used To Be

I used to row almost every morning. Woke up around 5-ish to go to Manila Bay and row. Manila Bay isn't that smelly, you know. It is calm and serene when it wants to be so, and the rhythmic slicing of oars into the water is a beautiful experience shared amongst those willing to wake up early enough to try it.

I used to climb mountains. Spent weekends hiking. My backpack was my friend, and nights were spent with gin and more friends. There was a time I didn't have a single Nalgene bottle to my name, and was very very proud of my 100-peso Nalgene look-alike bottle...that is until the bottle fell off from a tricycle and got shattered into several un-usable pieces. Then I wished for a Nalgene bottle for Christmas, and got 3. Now I have Nalgene bottles (which are probably non-BPA-free). And I don't hike anymore.

I used to play ultimate frisbee. Got introduced to the sport. And introduced B. to the sport. Loved the feeling of running. I'm a terrible thrower and not a decent catcher, but I really liked the feeling of running. Now practice takes too much time, and only B. plays now.

I used to love a lot of other things too. I used to write a lot. I used to paint when I was younger. I remember composing songs when I was a 6-year old. Now I don't do those things. I can't even draw a decent duck or cow when my daughter asks me to draw. But that's ok. She writes squiggly lines and says "that's a fish". It's a beautiful fish. Perfection is relative too, you know.

"We are all the paths we walked, and everything we loved." - Paulo Coehlo