Process.
I first encountered the word when I was still teaching at the Ateneo Grade School. We often used this word to evaluate and explain, reason out and teach our students valuable lessons from the experiences that they had, both bad and good, in school. It was a must especially in times where we encountered some problems or conflicts inside the classroom.
So, why am I writing about it now?
Well, last Friday, Liam was a bit upset because he "lost" in a Wii game with a son of a family friend. He only placed second from his Kuya, who is much older than him.
It was only when we got home when he cried his heart out and vented out his frustration for this recent experience. I had to process it. Alvin had to process it as well with him.
It was a challenging task for the two of us (Alvin and I) because we were flooded with all the tips and advices of things we should and should not tell our kids, based on articles and seminars we have atteneded. It was a challenging and tiring task, it was almost 12 midnight and Liam still didn't want to rest the issue even if I and his Papa took turns already in explaining and processing the experience with him.
I know this is just one of the many more experiences to come that will require processing on our part, so he can learn a lesson and for us to impart the values we want him to grow up with.
Proves once again how hard and challenging it is to become a parent and to raise children.
