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<\/p>\nI always react when somebody says I DON’T work.<\/p>\n
I DO work!<\/p>\n
I just don’t leave the house. I don’t do paperwork. I don’t teach a bunch of children but I do one-on-one teaching. And my baby is my student.<\/p>\n
And my student is not just any ordinary student.<\/p>\n
She is also my boss.<\/p>\n
She’s not just any other boss.<\/p>\n
She is my baby boss.<\/p>\n
In fact , I am her slave.<\/p>\n
She can’t speak but she dictates me what to do.<\/p>\n
Just one smile and I smile more.<\/p>\n
Just one giggle and my heart melts.<\/p>\n
Just one cry and I bend to pick her up.<\/p>\n
And because she can’t speak, it’s hard to figure out what she wants. She can only cry. I have to do many things before she calms down. I dance. I sing. I tell her stories. I massage her. I change her diaper.<\/p>\n
She controls my time.<\/p>\n
I can’t eat when she’s not in the mood. I have to tend to her.<\/p>\n
I can’t use the toilet coz she sleeps on me. I’m her bed.<\/p>\n
She needs me all the time.<\/p>\n
ALL the time.<\/p>\n
She needs me when she’s hungry. I’m her food. She gets hungry every now and then. Day and night. Dusk till dawn.<\/p>\n
I clean her up when she pees or poos. Many times a day.<\/p>\n
I give her bath and I have to be gentle and careful because she is very delicate.<\/p>\n
She can’t sleep without me. I’m her swing. My arms are her best bed. It’s close to my heartbeat – her favorite music.<\/p>\n
More than that, she needs the booby in her mouth to sleep – for comfort. If not, she just want to feel it on her cheek and on her palm.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am her everything.<\/p>\n
And she is my everything.<\/p>\n
I don’t care if I have dishes waiting to be washed.<\/p>\n
It can wait.<\/p>\n
She comes first.<\/p>\n
I don’t sleep straight because I need to take care of her.<\/p>\n
I stay by her side when she sleeps. I watch her. I feel her chest moving up and down. I make sure she’s okay and breathing.<\/p>\n
Although, sometimes, when she’s in a good mood and busy playing, I admit I sneak.<\/p>\n
When I sneak, I don’t play. Nor rest.<\/p>\n
I wash dishes and vacuum the floor. I run the washing machine and hang clothes. I prepare meal. I fold the clothes. Doing these things while checking her at the same time – if she’s fine.<\/p>\n
But only one cry and I come to serve her – my baby boss.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I feel punished for no reason. Don’t get me wrong. She doesn’t punish me intentionally. But her bites to my nipple really hurt I cry. It’s not all the time though. Just sometimes.<\/p>\n
But, there’s one thing I can do that she doesn’t and can’t complain. – I get to decide what she wears. I dress her up. I put on her head colorful ribbons.<\/p>\n
I take pictures and videos of her – a lot – everyday. It’s my pastime.<\/p>\n
There’s also one thing I do that even myself don’t understand why I’m doing it. The baby language I do, that even I, don’t understand. My voice is high-pitched and I babble.\ufffc I call her ping-gi-ding-king, ping-king-king, pa-lang-dang-dang<\/em>, kidik-ding-ding. <\/em>I don’t even know what these means.\ufffc<\/p>\n It’s like an automatic response when I see her cute face.<\/p>\n I don’t have a holiday but everyday is a special day.<\/p>\n I have no break time and even though I get tired, being with her and serving my boss is still the the best time I could ever spend.<\/p>\n And oh! I don’t get paid. There is no monetary compensation. I get more than that. <\/strong>It’s the compensation that money can’t buy\ufffc\ufffc. It’s the precious memories and amazement of seeing my baby boss growing everyday, gaining muscle control, developing her senses, acquiring language skills.<\/p>\n In the near future, she’ll be needing me less and will be the boss of her own.<\/p>\n And when that time comes, I will surely miss these times when she’s little and boss me around unknowingly – my ever dearest baby boss.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I always react when somebody says I DON’T work. I DO work! I just don’t leave the house. I don’t do paperwork. I don’t teach a bunch of children but I do one-on-one teaching. And my baby is my student. And my student is not just any ordinary student. She is also my boss. She’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1547,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[24],"class_list":["post-1548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-motherhood","tag-baby-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1548","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1548"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1548\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryanila.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}