Now, a year and a month later, we’re again faced with a new and more if not equally challenging change… being parents, because last January 15, at exactly 1:40 pm, Andrea gave birth to our little angel, Mateo Alexander.
If if took me a great deal of patience, humility and self-control to become a husband, then I could just imagine what it would take to become a dad. But I’m not scared. I’m not worried at all because if being a husband gave me so much happiness, you can just guess how ecstatic I am to be a dad.
My story…
I teach in a small, private, and (to say the least) unconventional school. It’s a place where the teachers are asked to put in all aspects of themselves (creative, artistic, emotional, sensitive and more), where everyone wears malong on wednesdays, where 5 sciences are taught in elementary, where children with special needs go hand in hand with every other kid in their class, a place where excellence and kindness have reached a harmonious compromise. For four years I’ve found myself enjoying the company of kids and co-workers, feeling a different kind of fulfillment trying to influence changes in the new generation, acquiring more and more knowledge about all sorts of things, and discovering and rediscovering certain skills that I’ve already forgotten (like drawing and playing music). But not without sacrifice… financial sacrifice that is. (It’s common knowledge here in the Philippines that the teaching career does not go well with the words lucrative or financially rewarding.) I’ve tried delaying worries about financial issues but I guess it can only be delayed for so long. It has become quite a pressing concern especially now that I’ve become a family man.
Concidentally, a friend offered me a position in a call center company he works for in Libis last Christmas vacation. A training specialist position, he said, is something that I could work with so I tried. The pay, the opportunities for climbing up the ranks, and even the medical benefits were excellent. The catch, however, is that you have to be able and willing to fire people who are not competent in their work. Don’t get me wrong. I understand the need for employee competency in a company. It’s just that telling people to go find another job somewhere else is entirely new to me. (In school, expulsion is the last resort - only, and I mean only, when absolutely all options are exhausted)
Anyway, because I don’t want to keep the kids hanging, I declined the offer. But my friend told me that the same position will be vacant again this summer. And that’s where I stand. Do I continue the life I’ve enjoyed for 4 years, trying to matter in the world as an educator but risking my family’s financial security, or do I
donn the corporate attire, leaving my co-teachers, friends and the children I’ve grown to regard as my own and finally be able secure my family’s future and buy things I’ve never bought before for myself, my wife, and our new little angel?Those are the two goals that I have.
That’s the crossroad where I stand.
When my college friend told me about joining their school, it had little appeal to me at first. But, when I was told that they wanted to engage in a new challenging curriculum I said what the heck! I’ll give it a try. For a year probably, I said to myself. Then the next year came and I was still there. And then another year followed. I found myself laughing in the company of kids half (or sometimes even less) my age. I was playing, drawing and learning with the little rascals. I did not choose to enjoy their company, but I did. I am. I wish all choices end up with great consequences. Unfortunately, we’re not all that lucky … not all the time.
Everybody dreams of having their own car. Some go for the sporty-looking ones. Some go for the big ones - I mean the really mean-looking, and imposing road monsters. Others dream about petite, cutey, almost feminine econocars. Me, I just wanna have a new one.
I wanted to sign up an application form for a car loan so bad. (Optimistic side now on steroids!) If “the powers that be” deem that we should have it, then it will be given to us - at least that was my battle cry. So I went ahead. I signed.
The Dream Thickens …
After a week, 3 banks called us and told us about our loan. IT WAS APPROVED!!! OMG! I was going to get my new Aveo Sedan. But I had to be calm. Approved applications don’t automatically mean free cars. I had to approach the whole thing objectively. I wasn’t about to bury us in debts. I had to seriously consider the FINANCES.
So hoping we would find something similar but less costly, my wife and I went and looked for different car dealers for other models and other brands. Alas, we found no model that came relatively close to the Aveo Sedan except for one. Honda’s 2006 City was probably the Aveo’s toughest rival. The exact model of the City that matched the Aveo’s specs was nothing less than Honda’s top-of-the line City model. It was a 1.5L VTEC-powered City that was priced at P700,000 bucks. The catch with this rival City - the downpayment. With the same financial scheme as that of the Chevy, the initial cash out was 50,000 - 80,000 more. It seems that the choices were slowly being narrowed down… or so I thought.
The Dream is Interrupted …
So why in the world am I still driving the red lancer? Why didn’t I buy the Aveo Sedan? … The answer, which came to us as a surprise realization, was very simple. We’re expecting a baby this January. And without an idea of how much our expenses could just shoot up with the arrival of our most awaited angel, I just couldn’t risk it. I just had to give up the dream… at least for now.
The Dream Continues …
Whenever I drive I still couldn’t stop thinking about how different it would feel driving in the Aveo. I’ll give up the dream for now, but I promise I’ll have a new car. Maybe next year, maybe the year after next… someday… Nyahaha! I want the car already!!! Oh Aveo !!!




