Mothersmother Diaries Ep. 09: I, Stage Mom-A A +A
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
THE Panagbenga Festival is upon us once again. Now on its 18th year, our beloved city’s flower festival has kicked off its month-long celebration with a parade in the main thoroughfares of Baguio, and the drum and lyre elimination for the Elementary Division participated in by 11 schools.
“Panagbenga”, a Kankana-ey term, rightfully claimed its grandeur to be a season of blooming, as participants paraded in their grand costumes, well-prepared drum and lyre music and dance, and extraordinary smiles that we Filipinos are most famous for.
I was a witness to all these, wide awake at 3:00 o’ clock in the morning of the parade, to prepare my daughter Gelai, a member of the baton twirling team of her school. We were in her school before sunrise. I would bicker about it to friends and family, pretend to slightly whine on waking up early and fixing her costume and makeup and accessories at dawn when the rest of the world was still in deep slumber, but truth is, I am so honored and fulfilled at stage-mothering, one of the things I just do best.
Parade started as scheduled, thank heavens, and as soon as the first school walked down Session Road, I knew we were in for a grand parade on the 22nd and 23rd of February. I felt such a strong gush of pride and joy watching the kids strut their stuff out there, all smiles and not minding the long walk, the cold temperature and the fact that they were being prepped and dolled up since 4 a.m., and just giving it all they got: parading in their costumes, playing their instruments, dancing, performing like pros. Being a mother of one of the performers I personally know and feel the long hours of preparation: of practice, of preparing the props, of perfecting their craft. I know that there were moments during the parade and during the performance when parents would actually feel the goosebumps, filled with pride and joy that their kids are part of something big like that. Admittedly since the start of rigid practices, my daughter and I already had so many arguments (and she already had so much scolding, I tell you) about confusing schedules and weekend practices and costume woes, but at the end of the day she knows we would support her all the way.
And we did, the best we could: making her long prep hours family bonding time, bringing her lunches in between practice, getting all excited watching her team and rooting for them.
If you happen to hear a madwoman shouting at the top of her lungs from Bleachers D last Feb. 1 during the Drum and Lyre Competition for the last performing team, sans grace or poise (or probably even sanity)…yep, that was me. Hahaha. Stage mothersmother forever, signing in and enjoying every minute of it.
Published in the Sun.Star Baguio newspaper on February 06, 2014.