Raising Boys

The story of Dylan and Lennon and the mom who loves them

 

A morning of tantrums May 19, 2005

Filed under: Parenting — engkanta @ 7:32 pm

Lennon woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and proceeded to make my life difficult. He cried every time I attempted to use the computer. It irked him to see Dylan and me talking. Any wrong move on my part sent him on a fit of bad temper. He was crying and screaming for me from the bedroom by the time I finished talking to someone on the phone.

The temper tantrum lasted the whole morning. I spent half the day pacifying him by hugging and kissing him and calling him my “love” and my “sweet baby”.

When I was called to Dylan’s school in the afternoon because the person doing the paint job on the classroom and tables had to be paid, there was no other recourse but to take Lennon with me. Naturally, Dylan had to be brought along as well. Needless to say, it was an especially trying day.

 
 

Knowing Sedna

Filed under: Education — engkanta @ 12:02 pm

Dylan tells me that he wants to be a scientist. This is a vast improvement from last year’s wish to become a security guard. I showed him this speech written by the scientist behind the Bad Astronomy Blog and Dylan asked me to read it to him. I’m posting the whole speech here.

I know a place where the Sun never sets.

It’s a mountain, and it’s on the Moon. It sticks up so high that even as the Moon spins, it’s in perpetual daylight. Radiation from the Sun pours down on there day and night, 24 hours a day—well, the Moon’s day is actually about 4 weeks long, so the sunlight pours down there 708 hours a day.

I know a place where the Sun never shines. It’s at the bottom of the ocean. A crack in the crust there exudes nasty chemicals and heats the water to the boiling point. This would kill a human instantly, but there are creatures there, bacteria, that thrive. They eat the sulfur from the vent, and excrete sulfuric acid.

I know a place where the temperature is 15 million degrees, and the pressure would crush you to a microscopic dot. That place is the core of the Sun.

I know a place where the magnetic fields would rip you apart, atom by atom: the surface of a neutron star, a magnetar.

I know a place where life began billions of years ago. That place is here, the Earth.

I know these places because I’m a scientist.

Science is a way of finding things out. It’s a way of testing what’s real. It’s what Richard Feynman called “A way of not fooling ourselves.”

No astrologer ever predicted the existence of Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto. No modern astrologer had a clue about Sedna, a ball of ice half the size of Pluto that orbits even farther out. No astrologer predicted the more than 150 planets now known to orbit other suns.

But scientists did.

No psychic, despite their claims, has ever helped the police solve a crime. But forensic scientists have, all the time.

It wasn’t someone who practices homeopathy who found a cure for smallpox, or polio. Scientists did, medical scientists.

No creationist ever cracked the genetic code. Chemists did. Molecular biologists did.

They used physics. They used math. They used chemistry, biology, astronomy, engineering.

They used science.

These are all the things you discovered doing your projects. All the things that brought you here today.

Computers? Cell phones? Rockets to Saturn, probes to the ocean floor, PSP, gamecubes, gameboys, X-boxes?
All by scientists.

Those places I talked about before—you can get to know them too. You can experience the wonder of seeing them for the first time, the thrill of discovery, the incredible, visceral feeling of doing something no one has ever done before, seen things no one has seen before, know something no one else has ever known.

No crystal balls, no tarot cards, no horoscopes. Just you, your brain, and your ability to think.

Welcome to science. You’re gonna like it here.

Dylan was very interested to hear about Sedna and asked to use the computer because he wants to know more about this ball of ice on the fringes of our solar system. He was also amazed to learn that it was always day on one part of the moon.

I just love this side of him that seeks answers to how things work. The wonder on his face when he learns something new is priceless.

When I came to that part in the speech that mentioned a place where life began billions of years ago, he butted in excitedly to say he knows where that place is.

I asked, “Oh yeah? Where?”

“Earth,” he answered. He’d make a great scientist. I should know, I’m his mom.

 
 

Brigada Eskwela May 16, 2005

Filed under: Education — engkanta @ 8:14 pm

I arrived late (10 a.m.) for the Brigada Eskwela today and had to suffer sullen looks from the other parents who were there at 8 a.m. sharp. Like all parents who have children in public schools, I suffer through the Department of Education’s yearly school cleaning program.

Dylan, thankfully, chose not to go with me, finding Spongebob and Patrick’s latest big screen escapade (in DVD) more preferable than my company. This, from a child who calls me at the office every night and begs to be allowed to wait up for us. He must have watched that cartoon flick a million times (Of couse, I’m exaggerating).

Once in a while, I get this weird feeling that some of the other parents dislike me. A friend told me there are still those who continue to question why my son, aside from receiving first honors at the commencement exercises of the Preparatory Class of 2005, was also given two other top awards.

The Science and Technology Education Center (Stec) preparatory level is nothing like its elementary class. For one, the parents get to buy the books for their children in preparatory. I was also told the computation of the grades is different in the prep and elementary levels. I think the parents believed the prep teacher was not as impartial as she should have been when it came to the her grading of the students. And I am being considered close to the teacher when I’m really not.

 
 

New look

Filed under: Children — engkanta @ 7:23 pm

New look
What Lennon looks like now, after that fateful Sunday date with the barber.

 
 

Lennon gets haircut May 15, 2005

Filed under: Family — engkanta @ 12:18 pm
Haircut
Haircut,
originally uploaded by engkanta.

Lennon had his hair cut by a barber yesterday. It’s usually my mother, his grandmother, who cuts his hair. It takes a long time for my son to become comfortable with those not within the family circle. In fact, he is still suspicious of his nanny, who was hired half a month ago, and would sometimes not allow her to hold his toys, feed him, or give him a bath.

Yesterday, when he allowed the barber to cut his hair, was the exception. Seeing the barber snipping away at his dad’s hair must have eased his mind somewhat.

 
 

Public school griefs May 12, 2005

Filed under: Education — engkanta @ 8:51 pm

Yesterday, my son Dylan’s first grade teacher distributed school books, 15 in all, for the coming schoolyear. The pages of some had been torn out and there was one that was so damaged you would not recognize it as a book if not for it’s cover. I guess that’s the official welcome to life in a public school for my son.

I asked the teacher what we can do about the missing pages and she said we should just borrow from those lucky enough to have been given books with all their pages, photocopy the missing ones, and attach them to our books. The books look that way because they have been used by several generations of pupils.

I believe we’re luckier than the others because my son’s school, a special science school, gets the best that government and the private sector can give. I wonder how the rest of the public schools are doing? How bad can their books be, or if they have any at all?