I would like to share with you my reactions and coping mechanisms with various life events and crises as a working mother which epitomize the optimism approach that authors on human development espouse to triumph over these critical periods.
GOING BACK TO SCHOOL
After eight years of playing full-time housewife and mother, all the children were in grade school except Dannah, the youngest and suddenly the noisy war room became a haven of quiet and solitude (as long as the children were in school only). At last, I tried on some of my best Sunday clothes and thought of going to some places feeling dressy for the first time after years of donning dusters, shorts and over-sized T-shirts. I panicked. None of my old clothes fitted my body. "so that's why my husband does not bring me to parties anymore". I suggested that we dine out and he said "all right. I have a cocktail party needing some participants; you can come".
I was so excited, spent days combing shops for dresses, make-up kit, costume jewels, fragrance and for manicure, pedicure and hairstyle.
The cocktail party proponents were launching some new electrical product line and they needed knowledgeable people in the field. I do not know anything about electrical products and no matter how I tried, I could not open any conversation with anybody. All I managed was to smile shyly everytime my husband introduced me to people. I felt so miserable. Other cocktails followed and I just retired to a corner of the room and talked to drivers and waiters as my husband did the social rounds. I cried hours and felt miserable.
This gave me the impetus to go back to school, hired a maid for the housework and with whatever savings I could make from my household expenses, managed twelve units per semester while my husband was at work until I graduated with my BSE degree major in English and Science in 1967. I became an astute household manager avoiding conflicts that might prompt my husband to ask me to stop my studies. I could not teach at once as high school teaching would take me away the whole day from the house. As my husband was also busy with his work at the Schmidt and Oberly (he resigned from Meralco), a teaching job at the Mapua Institute of Technology and an MBA course at theAteneo de Manila, I spent my empty hours waiting for him by enrolling in the graduate school at the University of the Philippines and in 1969, I graduated with the degree of Master of Arts major in Administration and Supervision. I collected certificates of merits for university and college scholarships in the graduate school.
I finally convinces my husband that I will go back to work for self-fulfillment as he was earning quite enough for the family. I grabbed the first offer that came along... from La Consolacion College.
I planned everything, the first day I was to leave my child alone to a helper. I checked supplies of milk, baby food and paraphernalia; arranged pick-up time for the elder children, checked menu and every little details. I did not feel exhaustion or fatigue. I taught Principles and Methods of Teaching, Administration and Supervision and Science subjects in college. It was a full-time job but I had to stay in school only within my class hours.
What I failed to include in my plans was my helper's mind. A day before classes, my baby sitter who was with the family throughout one school year and vacation suddenly asked for permission to go home to Abra as she said she was also going back to school, (apparently, the value of education suddenly gaining high in her priorities). I had classes from 10:00 to 12:00 MWF and 2:00-4:00 TTHS, signed a one-year contract and cannot possibly miss classes on the first day. Confused, I even forgot to prevail upon my maid to delay her leaving.
The first day of my class, as the older children have left in their school buses, I tucked my baby in my arms. lulled her to sleep, put her in the crib, removed all the pillows and left an extra bottle which she could already muster to put in her mouth. I did not tell my husband about it but asked if I could borrow the car as I had some important things to buy for school - books and clothes, and my husband nodded. I locked the door of the apartment and left silently and while in class, if I could pull the hours faster, I'd fly. Fifteen minutes before time, I hurried back home literally "flying too low" and found the baby in hysteria. We cried together, "I cannot do this anymore". I asked Mel the same concession with the car and for a week and got it and everyday, I would drive to school with my baby in the car, and in school, parked under a tree and lulled the baby to sleep, left the bottle and a small opening in the car windows. I finally managed to get a helper after two weeks. I taught at the La Consolacion College for four years but left because of time constraints. After a year, I obtained a teaching position at the Far Eastern University as provisional instructor.
While teaching at FEU, I had to pick up my son from school and brought him with me to wait for two hours while I taught. Unable to stand the agony of waiting, the boy ran outside the room, played and loitered in the corridors. Afraid he might go out of the gate, I made him stay in the faculty room and asked him to check the objective items of my Sociology class' testpapers. He enjoyed the job and admiration of my co-teachers but when I was alone, a faculty swooped down on me "the Dean should know about this, imagine a ten-year old boy checking test papers of college students". "But the test items are objective and I could always check again!" I answered.
"No, you should not do that and if you cannot keep your boy at home, you do not have business teaching!".
It became a pattern. After my classes, I drive home to supervise cooking, cleaning and doing the children's homework while dong my homework as well. There were occasions when the family was already gathered for dinner, the prayer was recited when Mel noticed one boy was missing, Arnold! He was not with the regular bus schedule because assigned cleaner after school, I was supposed to pick him up but forgot. I immediately got up and drive to St. Paul Makati Catholic School, found my son in a dark corner crying. I cried too as I embraced him.
To solve the problems on delays in children coming home, we put all the children in one school at St. Martin Technical Institute, Pasig. I brought them all together in the morning and fetch them after classes. Once I was late because of a school convocation where I was the emcee. When I finally arrived in St. Martin, the children went home on their own. I retraced what their paths would have been but they obviously made shortcuts or pass on areas where vehicles were not allowed. I did it three times till we found each other at home.