Little Goddess of Wisdom.

This is from my old blog, http://nalotpascua.blogspot.com/ and just wanted to share why I chose to become "Little Warrior."

This was about a time last year when I first experienced how painful it is to be a parent and see your child's effort to go waste because not everyone sees things the same way you do.

Needless to say, I just wanted to share this because there is more we can learn from children than we thought we would.

For this week, barely it being over has been a test of compassion and patience.

When you are a parent like me, you will do the impossible to shelter your children from the hurt and disappointment and yet, you become witness to the same hurt and disappointment you have avoided them to experience.

The funny thing is, I have learned and continue to learn from my children's wisdom.

Just as I was feeling overly bitter from the callousness of adults and their utter disregard for the efforts of the last few weeks, my daughter prances and dances around wearing her sash and repeatedly says, "This is the best day ever."

Her brothers and sisters including me, her papa and her Mama Pooh watch her celebrate her success. After all, all the attention in the house was with her for the last couple of weeks. She knew her clothes were lovingly prepared, every inch of it, every stitch of it.

She knew her talent was a celebration of what her heart is filled with the most and she knew, she was doing this because she wanted to make us proud and most especially to praise God and make Him proud.

When asked what she would like to be in the future, she said she wanted to be a zoo keeper. Not a lot of people understand why, but we do.

At five, she had helped her Papa take care of puppies when our Basset hound gave birth to seven puppies she named one by one. She has cried over her first kitten Angela when we came home one afternoon and finding the cat was let out and the dogs unfortunately played with it and unintentionally killed it.

Only we know how she has named the brown birds Stephanie and says hi to each brown bird each time she sees them in the backyard like a familiar friend. Only we know she has a cat named Ginger and a dog she calls Snorkel. She hugs Ginger every chance she gets even though we have told her countless times no because of her asthma. She worries about our dogs when it rains. She has chicken, ducks, geese and turkeys in our little parcel of land in La Union and even has her own little bahay kubo.

I guess, that says a lot why she wants to be a zoo keeper someday.

Oh did I mention she loves ponies?

My heart broke yesterday, but she managed to pick up the pieces and made it whole again. I have higher respect for her now. At seven, she taught me, the show must go on no matter what, no matter who stands in the way between my dreams and me, I have to keep pushing on and not have to listen to what others have to say about me. They don't know me. They have not worn my shoes nor walked the road I have walked and continue to walk.

She taught me to have fun again and to be grateful for everyone who is part of my life and those who choose to be part of it up until today.

I feel that we are raising a good child, a good daughter. She appreciates her gifts.

I am grateful for life's little disappointments. They make me see that there truly is a rainbow after the rain.

Someday, she will fight her own battles, but I am not scared for her anymore. Her optimism will shine through. Her courage will keep her from quitting, she will continue moving forward. She is, named after the goddess of war after all.

And of course, I will be beside her all the time, her whole family will be behind her all the way.

That's my little Goddess of Wisdom.