Kindermusik: A Good Beginning Never Ends

Dear Blog,

It has been awhile since my last post.  I have been swamped by different activities in my life this month, with several children's birthday parties, bridal shower, PTA meetings, and of course Kindermusik.   Did I tell you that I survived Kindermusik Our Time and Imagine That? And everytime the class ends, I get to know myself more.  I will project my singing voice.  I will be playful.  I can do magic. That's my spirit.

The funny thing is that I am not ashamed to admit that yes, I have been a serious person a very long time.  Serious has been my middle name since I started working.  I am glad my best friend to be "Kindermusik" has shown me the LIGHT.

And right now, I am feeling a little bit stressed and sad that my journey with my co-teachers is about to end. But I realized that hey, Kindermusik is right, a good beginning never ends.  The training part of my journey may end soon but my thirst for learning and my passion for teaching children will never end.  My friendships with my co-teachers are just beginning. Building relationships with my families have yet to blossom.  I have to admit it has been a cathartic journey.  But I will not change any of my experiences.  This journey has made me realize the importance of life, love and laughter. REALLY, A GOOD BEGINNING NEVER ENDS.

I will keep you posted soon!

Love lots,

--Wondermom A. , thinking and dreaming about practice class, practice class, practice class!

Being Silly in Kindermusik Village Class

Yes, I survived my Kindermusik Village Class Practicum yesterday.
I'm sincerely grateful to Teacher Jeannie, Teacher Maya, fellow teachers Sig and Rona for bearing with me!
I must have been a sight to behold.  Singing like I'm in church with a tamborine to boot! Dancing and wiggling with a serious face while my tamborine bangs them unexpectedly. What a sight!

My Evaluation: I need to be silly : )

I think I've forgotten how to be naturally silly. 
Establishing my career in a government and international organization for the last 12 years has turned me into a serious, newscaster bedroom-voice, instruction-focused person.

I can't remember the last time I have been silly, harmless, innocent, inoffensive.
The only time I tend to be goofy and silly is when my children want me to chase them "monster-like ala Sadako" around the house. 
I let them peep insde my nose until they cant stop laughing. 
I pretend to be "choo-choo train" and bump my butt with their little bodies while we laugh and tumble to the floor.

I can't believe that I didn't remember these times.  These are precious moments I should have immortalized in my mind, in my heart.
Which just shows...
I can be silly.  Even at 35 : )
I am silly.

I just didn't accept it yet. 
I am accepting it now.

I am letting all my silliness go.
I am freeing myself.
I'm taking my cue from my children.





--Wondermom A. (wishing I can be naturally silly and innocent as my children)