Twenty-five and Blessed

I was kind of dreading September 7. I was a bit apprehensive of being 25. I have no savings, no investment, no particular plan for the future, not much to be proud of. I guess it is quarter-life crisis catching up on me. I had the feeling of wanting to make time freeze for a moment just so I can accomplish something before I become 25. But of course, I still have to face the inevitable.

It was a regular school day that Friday. I woke up and did my stuff to prepare for school. I’m having the bigger group for that day. My favorite kids are there and so, there would be less stress for the day. I don’t usually wear make up in school. Not even a touch of powder. But that day, I decided to prep up a bit and even tied up my hair.

The surprises came a day before. My friend, Ate Lanie, arrived the night before with a sunflower for me. We both turned in late but I got to go to the bathroom at around 2 or 3 in the morning and found her gift hanging on the bathroom door.

I got the usual birthday greetings from my housemates, workmates, and some kids. My 2-year olds were, of course, taught by my assistant teachers to greet me as soon as they arrived in the classroom. You can just imagine how adorable they were wishing me “Happy birthday, Teacher Vera.” which sounded more like “Happy Betday, Peache Weya.”

At around 9 a.m., my boss’ driver knocked on my classroom door and told me that I have a phone call. When I got to the front desk, I got the surprise I wanted.

The Bouquet from Hun

The Bouquet from Hun

Last year, I got a bouquet from hun which I never really expected since he never gave me flowers on occasions. So this year, I kind of expected it already. But when Ate Lanie gave me the sunflower the night before, she told me that hun didn’t text her anything. That got me thinking that I won’t be getting one from him this year. I asked him about it and said that he’d just make up for it on Valentine’s. Of course, I was a little sad. So much for my impatience, hence the reaction.

I went back to my classroom to continue teaching but the kids wanted to see the flowers and grabbed it from all sides. Good thing it survived. Five minutes after, my boss came in singing happy birthday making the kids sing along. Another 10 minutes later, someone came in singing with a chocolate cake and red velvets from the kids’ mommies.

Candy Class: A Surprise From Their Mommies

Candy Class: A Surprise From Their Mommies

Another surprise from my workmates:

The "Maligayang Bali" Cake

The “Maligayang Bali” Cake

I have a birthday cake toy in the classroom and it was just so sweet when the kids try to sing me the Happy Birthday song and wanting me to blow the candles until the following week. They’re just adorable!

My family celebrated my birthday back home. I joked that they even prepared more food at home than what I served for my workmates and housemates.

These people made me realize that happiness isn’t about anything material. My blessings and achievements came in a different package. I may not have savings or investment yet but I know I am blessed with so much people who care for me, appreciate me, love me, and are inspired by me. I have my family and boyfriend to keep me going everyday. I have my friends who make life easier to go through. I have people who trust me with their children. I have these little children who make me remember my purpose in life.

Now, I know I shouldn’t be dreading aging. I have a full life ahead of me. I am in my mid-twenties and I should be making the most of my youth. Yeah, being 25 isn’t so bad after all. My life is just beginning and it’s time to fulfill my dreams. 🙂

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