--Dishing out motherly chores

Being a mother is something every one wants to perfect, including me.For quite a while, eversince I became a TM, I often handed over my household chores to our nanny or my inlaw. I know that she can maneuver domestic duties especially now that she's taking care of Xeon most of the time,and there are instances where I envy her closeness to my daughter. She sleeps with her every night and on my rest days, Xeon would still choose her to sleep beside. Though, I complain about the way she raised her to the point of being a brat, the other part of me is still thankful that she loves her more than anyone else.I felt I had no choice. If I talk to her and tell her what to do, she's gonna think I'm the ungrateful bastard...So I'd rather just leave it that way since I know I couldnt leverage the kind of attention my daughter gets when I'm not home. Though, being at work is no excuse, there's just several things that is limited for me to do. I always explain to Xeon the reason why I'm at work..and it makes me feel contented that in her innocence, she knows the real reason why.

There are other tasks I know I still can handle well besides that. Like school,fashion,demeanor and self esteem..Today, I'm handling one of those. I accompanied our daughter to be enrolled in college.
It was a silent ride enroute to school. We would chat once in a while between intervals of places familiar to me. Along the cozy covered walk of the university, I started trying to revive the past of my college days.some incidents of the past that I couldn't ever forget. There were noticeable renovations. The small creek separating the main building and St. Theresa/Ozanam building were enhanced. Odor emanating from the creek smelled like burnt fried fish, which gave me a reminiscing mood.. I also noticed a small park situated in front of the old Chemistry Laboratory, now turned into a Campus Store and some other school organization offices. We went straight ahead to the Admission office, completed some forms,a very haphazard interview with the Dean, (whom I talked out to put her on block section)..then after an hour we're done enrolling. In her face, I could see a painting of myriad expressions mostly showing profound excitement and fun. She was thankful even unspoken, that she got in the block section, and the fact that I was there with her rather than her father...this sort is a motherly thing supposedly..She was holding her registration form. looking at her subjects and gave her advises of how she should be in college.Im happy knowing that. Unlike when she was younger, when she still dont understand why I had to tell them this and that..this time she now perceives the real intention behind than being believed that I was more of a stalwart, uncaring and selfish. Sometimes, it takes time...but it's worth the wait.