‘Crafty’ Mother & Son
By: Roxanne Estrellado - Limjoco
The past two weeks have been crazy for me… making exams, giving out exams, checking exams and recording exams. Aside from that, I’ve also been busy with my students’ graduation, the school paper, prospective teachers and the summer program. Thank God for giving me wonderful, supportive and hard working teachers!
But that’s not really my story. Last Thursday, Red called me up to ask for help with his project in Home Arts. It involved an Aida cloth, DMC thread and a needle… cross stitch!!! Yikes! Of course I said yes and Red was relieved.
When I got home, Red presented me with a plastic bag. In it was his untouched “project”! Huwat?!?! To be submitted on Friday. Umm Red, today’s Thursday!!! I didn’t have time to get angry, not even to frown. So I began sewing at 6:00 pm while watching AI. Two hours later while watching the replay of AI, I was still at it. I couldn’t bring myself to scold Red as I thought about all the sewing projects my Yaya did for me and all that I did for Ram and Sam. Plus the fact that Red kept checking on me, saying sorry and thank you alternately. Sigh! To his credit, Red did the outline in back stitch. Before the next replay of AI, I was done! Phew!
I couldn’t wait to get home the following day…
Mama: Hi Red!
Red: Hi Mama!
Mama: So did you pass the project?
Red: Yes.
Mama: What did they say?
Red: They said it was very nice.
Mama: Really??? (all flattered)
Red: My friends even said it was the best work in class.
Mama: Wow!!! What did you say?
Red: I said, “Of course! Ako pa?!?!?!”
Mama: Haay Red!
The teacher that I am just had to say…
Mama: Red, next time, you have to do these projects yourself. Do not wait until the last minute.
Red: Yes Mama. Sorry.
The mother in me also had to say…
Mama: Red, what we did was not right and dishonest. We should not do it again.
Red: I know Mama. I’m sorry.
But… the ‘practical me’ thinks that teachers should not give projects like these as homework. Been THERE, done THERE. I have a boxful of embroideries and doilies to prove it. Thanks to my Yaya P’s dexterous hands. Ssshhhh…
