"The Value of Time" from an 8-year old kid’s perspective
This time, like all times, is a very good one; if we know what to do with it.
Time is the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.
She's just an 8-year old kid from the block, ordinary to say. She wasn't born a princess in fact she was born without a father; well not literally, she has a father who suddenly vanished before she was given the eyes to see.
She grew up fairly well and was loved by her family.
She had her mom, her grandparents, her aunt (who she loves so much but didn’t have the courage to say it) and her little sister. So what more she could ask for?
She went to school and learned pretty quickly how to read and write. She would borrow all the books from her teacher and classmates every Friday afternoon.
While other kid's her age play and bathe on the sun the whole day, she was stuck up on her room, reading and reading all the books.
Then she would rewrite every story she read, every movie she watched and make her own fairytale world.
Life was sometimes rough for them and she knew how much her mom did all the works so she could buy her the things she needed. Sometimes she would go to school without even money.
At a young age, she learned how to make her time valuable. She would compile all her original stories in a folded paper and her classmates can give her paper or money for every story they would read. Fair enough.
Writing seems to be her passion and her greatest fan is her aunt who always and always believed in her.
So if she's been hooking herself with books the whole weekend and barely playing outside, what do you think she'll do when summer's come?
You wouldn’t think that an 8 year old already had the view of what her future would look like, especially for a kid who grew up on a small sleepy town of who knows where. I had this list of her ‘dreams’ that she wanted to be when she grew up.
Found this on her old notebook together with her day to day schedule, as what she calls it timetable (will show you later). Would glad to share this with you:
- To become an astronaut
- To become a detective or undercover spy
- To learn Ballet and ice skating
- To be a champion gymnast
- To become a priestess
- To travel around the world like a missionary
- To find my own miracle
- To be a writer
When I stumbled upon a piece of paper or you would say a timetable schedule, memories flashed back and I was transported to a summer when this writing begun. Finding that little girl on my memory was easy. And so once again, I remember the value of time once more.
She wrote it on her used old notebooks together with her stories. I took a memory photo of what her timetable/schedule for the day looks like:
6:00 - 6:30 Wake up time and prayer time
6:30 - 7:00 Getting ready for the day
7:00 - 7:30 Eat breakfast
7:30 - 9:00 Sweep and weed the backyard / Water plants, flowers and vegetables
9:00 - 10:00 Read books
10:00 - 11:00 Watch cartoons / Sineskwela
11:30 - 12:00 Wait for mom
12:00 - 1:00 Lunch time
1:00 - 2:30 Nap time
2:30 - 4:00 Write stories and poems
4:00 - 5:00 Do chores around the house
5:00 – 5:30 Wait for mom to come home
5:30 - 6:00 Prepare dinner
6:00 - 7:00 Watch news
7:00 - 8:00 Read a book and write schedule for next day
8:00 - Pray and go to bed
- The Little Miss Canvasser of God
I've been there, silently watching her from a distance. She's a skinny little 9-year old girl, who steps out to the world and spread the Word of God...on her very own special way.
This is only for a day, every day she change her work but she challenged herself to write one story everyday so that when summer ends, she would have a dozen compilations. And believe it or not, she did follow the time allotted for each work so that she could do it fair and square.
Some of her workload includes washing her mom's clothes, arranging their clothes on drawers, wiping dust on jealousies, gardening, ironing her mom's uniform, and all other chores inside the house. Well, as a little kid, she also wanted to have some free time playing, mostly by herself or she would gather much younger kids to their balcony and teach them how to read and write.
Other times, she would go out with her cousins and sell her vegetables to neighbors so she could earn some money. She loved to garden, planting vegetables and flowers. And most of all she loved to harvest them and personally cook it for her and for her grandma when her mom or her aunt couldn’t make it to come for lunch.
She believed that knowledge is important. It can be used as a tool for garnering those little ribbons that your mom would proudly pin on your new dress after school year. She also believed that a wasted time will never be replaced that's why at a young age; she did her best to spend those precious time on a very valuable way.
As far as I can remember, this happened during the summer of ’96 when she was preparing for her 3rd grade at school.
Well, every summer is always a new adventure.
© 2012 Mycee. All Rights Reserved.
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