Madz @ 50: Madz Alumni

The Madz is one huge family of about 200 (or more). We maybe classmates, students, teachers, mentors, siblings, children, parents, cousins, of each other. The family is extended to our own families, wherein some are each other’s wedding or baptism godparents and godchildren.

We look up to our alumni, the ones who passed to us the great Madz tradition. We keep this, live this, and pass to our successors, who we in turn, expect to do the same to the future singers.

I was privileged to have met so many Madz Alumni, both here and abroad, and get to know them a little better. It pays that I was a UP student as well, because most Madz alumni were UP professors too. And during trips abroad, we are happy to see fellow Madz in the audience. We listen to their stories, experiences, and we learned from them a lot.

When I left the Madz, I also got the chance to sing with an established alumni group, Koro Madrigal. With them, we had concerts, workshops, and local travels.

Beyond rehearsals and concerts, we remained in touch. Our best way to bond: EATING!

But there is one Madz batch that we are raving about. Incidentally, they will reunite this weekend for two concerts every Madz fan should not miss.

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Madz 89, as they are popularly called, is called such because they won top prizes in all international choral competitions they joined in 1989. They make such a great group because most of them have been singing together for about eight years. They planned this since last year and this week, they are already rehearsing, most are coming home from US and Europe. Perfect timing because of summer break.

Please do watch this concert. Two nights only. Go to the Madz Facebook Page to get tickets. They’re selling like pancakes so get them now! My husband and I will be there on Sunday, so see you then!

Like a Rose

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. She peacefully passed on two days before her birthday. Mission accomplished, and with flying colors.

Mixed emotions during the Cremation

It was 11th of July, 2013. Could have been OA’s 85th, but she missed it by two days.

I went to her cremation, on the day of her birthday. I saw her before she was cremated. It made me sad even more. Only a few times I was able to visit her, mainly because I did not want to see OA in that condition. So I just prayed for her. Throughout those seven years she was bedridden, I prayed for her. I remembered my Lola Queta, my paternal grandmother, who was also bedridden for quite some time before she passed on.

It was also the first time for me to shed tears for someone I am not blood-related to. As we sang the opening refrain of one of OA’s favorites, L’important c’est la rose, tears well up my eyes. I recalled my 16 year old self learning that song for the first time. Yes, that, along with Love is the Answer, were the first two songs of the Madz I have learned as a church chorister. I was not even a Madz fan back then. Heck, I did not even know who the Madz were!

But wonderful was that song, I recalled all the wonderful moments I had when I was starting as a chorister. That experience with my former church choir paved the way to my decision to take up music, and eventually join the Madz. Wonderful, priceless moments, which took me to almost all corners of the world. It will not happen if not for the gift of singing. The Lord used us to be His instruments of peace, and I am so proud and humbled to have been given this gift and share it to the world for everyone to see God’s goodness.

At a certain point, laughter filled the small room of about fifty attendees–immediate family, friends, Madz present and alumni. OA’s daughters would kid us when they said that the Madz was the “first family” of Ma’am, because she would devote more time to this choral group, rehearsing, performing, touring with them. But they understand very well, which makes us soooo humbled and blessed.

OA has the most generous family–her blood family. What more can you ask for–she has a supportive husband and children who understood OA’s mission in this world. They “shared” OA to the world, especially to her musical family of about 200 children and probably close to a thousand extended children–the Madz and Madz et al.

A Necrological Rites fit for OA

14th of July, Sunday. I already was set to welcome a visiting choir in our church and my choir was also singing for the mass before I found out the schedule for the necrological services. But somehow, I knew I had to attend. It will be great to be part of sending OA off. I even brought some members of my children’s choir, who are very privileged to be part of the Madz et al Family. One of the members told me after the services, that it felt like she knew OA for a long time after watching the tribute video, hearing the eulogies, and the response from her eldest daughter. I told them that necrological services for National Artists are open to the public always for us to really recognize their contributions in uplifting their artform and to know why they deserve to be called such. I wished I could have brought all my kids but they also have service on our church that morning. By some stroke of chance, though, almost at the same time we were singing Prayer of St. Francis (arranged by Robert Delgado, Madz Alumnus) as a grand choir by the end of the rites, my choir sang another arrangement, by Ryan Cayabyab, another Madz Alumnus, during communion in the church. They joined the whole Et Al family in praying, in thanking Him for making us instruments of His peace.

About 50 Madz singers stepped on the Main Theater stage to sing the signature song of the Madz–Alleluia by Randall Thompson.

Youtube link of actual performance here.

In the tribute video, OA explains how this song was received during their first international tour in 1969 at the Lincoln Center in New York. Video here.

Then eulogies were given by former Madz members, which made us laugh, cry, reminisce, and proud of the Madz’ achievements throughout the 50 years. Sir Mark also gave his tribute to Ma’am, and indeed, OA prayed hard for her successor. Truly the Holy Spirit guided her and gave her wisdom to make that decision.

The Madz sung some songs, but most touching were the performances of OA’s grandchildren–Elle (doing a solo number), Diego, Stella, and Andie (doing a Taylor Swift song with Diego on guitar). Amazing children!

As we all sent OA off for departure honors, a shower of rose petals were given, well deserved and well executed.

Indeed, OA had her season, like a rose. We will have ours, too, in God’s perfect time. We just have to keep on trusting, keep on praying, and in OA’s words, just do it.

Thank you for inspiring us, Ma’am. Until we meet again.

Madz @ 50: Nurturing the Madz Way

Once a Madz, always a Madz.

Ma’am OA and Sir Mark have said it. And I have witnessed this through the Madz Alumni who trooped yesterday’s kick off activities for the Madz’ Golden Anniversary.

So far, so good. So far, so gold.

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As what Prof. Andrea O. Veneracion, founder of the Philippine Madrigal Singers have instilled on us, we should never forget to begin everything with a prayer. Before we begin concerts or engagements, big or small, prepare for a concert tour, or sing for competitions, we pray, pray pray. Most often, we start the repertoire with musica sacra before we sing other genres.

On June 23, we kicked off the 50th anniversary activities with a musical, wonderful, meaningful celebration of the Holy Mass at the Abelardo Hall Auditorium of the UP College of Music (the auditorium is celebrating its 50th year likewise). Madz–young and old, actively singing or not, most of us bringing our own choral groups we dearly call Madz Et Al, filled up the auditorium to the brim with soaring voices, as everyone was instructed to learn the songs beforehand–and rehearse altogether a couple of hours before the Mass started.

To make the Mass even more meaningful, Fr. Arnold Zamora, an alumnus of the Madz, led the celebration, along with four more priests as concelebrants. Fr. Arnold’s music were used for most of the Mass parts. His homily made everyone listen–and laugh, especially his batchmates in attendance. Some of those stories have been told and retold a gazillion times but for the Madz, those still make us laugh many times over. But more importantly, his words made each singer and each et al member understand and know what it takes to be a Madrigal Singer–not just for fame, but moreso, the responsibility to be ambassadors of goodwill and of music in whatever capacity we can be.

Equally striking is the offering of roses to St. Therese of Lisieux and St. Teresa de Avila, led by the family of Ma’am OA’s youngest daughter. Ma’am loves roses and would offer them to church as thanksgiving whenever she is given one after concerts.

Sir Mark’s speech underscored the importance of the Madz Et Al–a 60 (or so)-choir strong network handled by Madz Alumni. This “baby” was indeed Ma’am OA’s greatest achievement. Golden harvest as Sir Mark called it. She dreamed of a Singing Philippines and it’s up to us and the future Madz along with these choral groups to continue living this dream.

Indeed I am privileged to handle a children’s choir of my own, the Shrine of Jesus Children’s Choir. For the past seven years, we have remained steadfast in our commitment to serve the Lord through singing and at the same time, maintaining a good quality of choral singing and creating new arrangements for the group. And for the kids to be given opportunities to meet fellow choristers in festivals or concerts, be invited to sing for weddings and events, even appear on TV and prestigious concert halls, those are all just icing on the cake. The cake itself–their hardwork and dedication, and a solid foundation rooted in the Divine Master–made all of these hapen.

A conductor is like a parent–one who nurtures, inspires, and truly cares for her children. Ma’am OA and Sir Mark exemplified all that and more, thus I am inspired to be a good conductor and parent to my singers, even to my family, too. That is Nurturing, the Madz Way.

~ Touringkitty

Catch the Madz on their Homecoming Concert at the UP Abelardo Hall on Thursday and Friday, June 27-28, 2013, 6:30 PM. Tickets at 929-6963. More information about the 50th Anniversary activities will be posted at their website.

On post-pregnancy bodies and shopping

Shopping attempt yesterday: BIG FAIL!

Haha I know it was Fathers Day but my hubby wanted to buy me clothes cos my closet’s screaming for a makeover (imagine all my clothes had to be breastfeeding-friendly–e.g. Tank tops, v-necks or deep necks, boleros, shawls and we have not weaned just yet!).

So off I went for 20 minutes of picking and filling up a basket, and much to my dismay upon fitting these clothes, they all did not fit. Leggings only go halfway on my legs, shirts were too tight, shorts won’t close the buttons. And they were medium sized already!

I was so surprised because I underestimated my body three years after I gave birth. All the while I though I was thin, but my hips, chest, and legs are now bigger than before!

The sweet ending though: I left all clothes in a basket outside the fitting room, and filled them with new blouses and shorts for my kid! Oh how fun it is to be a mom!

I better hit the gym now. Join in!

How do you deal with your postpartum bodies? Share your tips in the Comments section.

Bilingual Toddlers: Yay or Nay?

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She just likes to learn a lot. She chose this book because she read the surname of the author: Graham!

I have been a believer that it is best to teach your child with your own mother tongue. That’s why at a certain point, I am glad that DepEd made this a priority until Grade Three.

But my husband is a firm believer that we should first teach our child in one language–that being English. So here he is buying books and materials and iPad applications all in English. And he is the one who talks to my child in straight English.

On the other hand, I prefer talking with her in Filipino. I sing the National Anthem to her and she can complete it albeit the gibberish words. She can recite the good ol’ a-e-i-o-u, babebibobu etc.

Though my husband and I are debating on this, unconsciously, we have successfully taught her on both languages. Here are a few of my observations:

1. She can follow commands on both languages. I use paki– or please so she will have the sense of respect this early, even the littlest things have to be repeated to her so she won’t miss out on saying please if she wants something.

2. The Filipino Opo has to be injected often also. She says ingat po when someone is leaving the house. But how will I inject this in English?

3. When she’s in the mood for it, she translates first the Filipino command to English before she follows me. Or she would describe what she does in both English and Filipino (like: higa, lie down, then she lies down).

4. She would read words in their alphabet pronunciation, NOT the phonetic pronunciation! When she was just starting to read, at 1.7 years perhaps, she confused the a [ei] for an [a] sound so she read bat [bat] as [beit]. Made me laugh and realized maybe we should have taught her the International Phonetic Alphabet instead.

5. She has an absolutely cute English twang, that she pronounces Filipino words in her cute accent! Sometimes we can’t understand her words that are Filipino.

Now that’s just two languages so far. I started introducing a third–German. She knows when to use Gesundheit and sings a German lullaby called La Le Lu. But I stopped there for now.

How do you introduce language to your children? Should I only teach one for now, or carry on while she can absorb as much? Share your thoughts on the comments section.

~ Touringkitty

Tips for grocering with a toddler

I’ve seen parents do this with their child, or two, or even three–grocering alone with their kids. But personally, I would advise you not to do it, given the unsafeness of public places like the mall, not to mention having a rambunctious kid in tow.

But do not despair. Here are some random tips I have gathered from personal experience and from observing how other families do it. When you are left with no yaya and no choice, you just got to bring your toddler to that grocery trip.

1. Make sure your kid just had her nap. You don’t want to bring a cranky baby, do you?

2. Make sure also that she just had her meal. Or her milk. So that you won’t end up opening unpaid items at the store, feed your kid first.

3. Or instead, bring your own baon. Quick snack packs like crackers, raisins, milk, and water will save the day.

4. List down what you only NEED to buy. You wany to make that trip as quick as possible, right? So either list it down, or make a mental note. If anything else fails, just buy the essentials, and do the rest when you have a companion with you who can look after the baby, or better yet, when you can leave the baby at home.

5. Make the grocery trip an educational one. Let your kid put the stuff in the cart. Allow her to choose between brands, even if she cannot really tell the difference. Teach her colors and numbers. It can be so much fun amidst chaos!

6. Ring sling saves the day! For others, it might be other carriers, but for me and my long and lean and heavy toddler, a ring sling does the trick. If in case she would feel sleepy or wanting to breastfeed, it’s easy peasy! And hands-free!

7. Bring a small toy which she can hold from home to the grocery. It gives her something to be busy with for a good few minutes before she starts roaming around again.

8. Keep the trip for no more than one hour. So make sure you are ready with your list, a small bag with your stuff and baby’s, and some change for tips, etc.

9. Reroute if needed. Skip the toy section. You want to finish soon for sure.

Any tips you can add here?
Would love to read those in the Comments section!

~ Touringkitty

What it’s like to be called Mommy

Who would have thought I would become a mom?

I remember the ‘horror’ stories my own mother told me when I was younger. That married life is hard, becoming a parent even harder. All the what ifs, how abouts, if onlys, I have heard from her. Yes, she is the most overprotective mother I have met. And I absolutely admire her.

As fate would have it, I became a mother, too. I felt so accomplished, having followed my plan–an epidural-free normal delivery, full breastfeeding for the first six months, extended breastfeeding beyond two years (we still do!), being on top of child care and not a yaya. But it was tough. I cried buckets. I got stuck at home with the baby on my boob (almost all the frikkin time!), I forgot the person that I was, and I have become someone else for this little stranger–my own daughter. I was Mommy. And I knew it was only the beginning.

It still is surreal that we are already three living in this small condo. It has been almost three years anyway. But I have loved every single minute of it. I took gazillions of photos and videos, all scattered in my gadgets–cellphone, laptop, iPad, camera, you name it. My daughter is in it. That is the only ‘treasure’ I get to keep when she grows up. Plus all the wonderful memories of her childhood imprinted in my mind and heart.

I have asked myself repeatedly, What have I done to deserve this happiness? Since it is Mothers’ Day and I feel so blessed being a mother to my child, I would like to share with the world my happiness through this letter I am writing for my daughter, Ariadne, as I look back at the past three wonderful years of her life.

Dearest Ariadne,

You know that Mommy and Daddy love you very much. We are really blessed to have you in our lives. You made this home shine even more with your laughter and good cheer.

I will always remember the first time I found out I was pregnant. We immediately called your Nonna Luz. She was very happy and she told me to take care of myself because you are growing inside Mommy’s body. Daddy and I also shared the news to all our relatives and friends, and they were also happy to know you are coming out.

Daddy took very good care of us. He fed us well, accompanied us to hospital visits and ultrasounds, gave in to Mommy’s requests for foot massages (as you became quite heavier inside me), read you books, sang to you even when you were still inside Mommy.

I know you had a great nine months in my womb. You were so excited to come out that you did not wait for September and came out the last day of August. At least you waited to be on full term. You did not give Mommy a hard time during delivery. I just waited for nine hours but it’s okay. Daddy gave us company during the wait.

You learned breastfeeding quite fast. You seem to like the taste of Mommy’s milk. It’s also good that we got to share some breast milk to those who needed it. I wish I could have expressed more milk though, but it’s fine. A little is better than none.

You were a kulit and likot baby from the start. We tried our best to embrace it, but some days Mommy gets tired and I cry because I see other babies not as likot and kulit as you were (and still are!). People are amazed by your brightness, though. You are talkative but very expressive and cheerful. You are very bright, too! Not all kids can sing as many songs and say as many words like you. You enjoy learning, but at your own pace.

I get kilig when you call me Mommy. In different pitches and increasing volumes at that. Sometimes though I feel you are clingy. But it’s okay, you will not be like that forever, so I will enjoy it while it lasts.

Anak, you have taught me how to be patient with you, how to communicate with you. You still enjoy breastfeeding and even if people tell me to stop, the more I don’t because it is our unique conversation. The more now that I want to promote breastfeeding and make us testimonies to the many wonderful benefits of breastfeeding.

You may not converse as well as other kids your age yet but I get you. And when no one else will, I will be the only one to support, understand, appreciate, embrace, and love you.

I will be your human shield against every bump and bruise, both physically and emotionally. I will be your best friend, playmate, classmate, eating and sleeping buddy. I will always pray for you and for myself that God may use me to make your life better and happier than mine. I will also pray for other mothers and would-be mothers, that God will bless them with a loving heart to take care of their husbands and children.

I will never get tired hearing you call out loud, “Mommy!” That, for me, is the best title I have ever gotten in life.

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Select, select, then ELECT

Three years ago, I was a beautiful pregnant mommy lining up the poll precinct to exercise my right to vote. Since it was National Elections, my husband and I made sure we voted for someone who could make a significant contribution to our society in the first six years of our daughter’s life.

Unfortunately, our presidential bet didn’t win. Nor did our vice presidential bet. A few senators got the yes of the entire nation. We didn’t mind that much the local officials, though, as we do not know them quite well.

That is why for the upcoming elections on May 13th, I have first researched on the profiles of the candidates especially on the local posts so we could choose who would best do the job.

We also relied on surveys, comments from other people, including taxi drivers, very opinionated TV personalities, commercials (yes so if you got a baduy jingle, we will not vote for you, haha, just kidding!), and most especially their stand on important issues. the last item though can make or break them, so we’d have to be very careful. We come at the time where one can be either lying or avoiding issues.

So just a reminder: select, select, the ELECT. Do not waste a vote that could change. Such powerful vote we could have.

And as close to this post, here is a throwback photo of preggy me, three years ago.

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Yes, dear readers. I used to be THIS beautiful! Told you, I miss being pregnant! *wink*

~ Touringkitty

Labor Day

Now that I’ve given birth, there are always two things that remind me of Labor Day: Holiday of workers (yay!) and childbirth.

Labor Day celebrations in our country traces back to 1903, where a rally was staged to fight economic rights. To this day, labor groups batlle the same battle–higher wages, lower prices, more jobs, less taxes. Year in, year out, nothing has changed. So today, everyone gets this day off to celebrate the success of each labourer and thank the Lord they have work no matter how difficult, risky, whatever it may be.

Now my own labor. I can clearly remember those nine grueling and life-threatening hours of labor. I was wide awake the whole time, even a couple of hours after, before I finally dozed off. If I can remember right, the midwife told me if I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, since they injected something that was supposed to make me sleep. Nope, it was not epidural (read: normal, no drug birth, yeah, beat that!). My husband was with me during labor, except for the delivery where it wasn not allowed by the hospital. I find it crazy, but probably it had something to do with the hospital’s religion. And because of that unwritten rule that men weren’t allowed, I spent day one with a stranger aka my daughter alone with her, breastfed her, calling the nurses via intercom to assist in changing diapers.

That was my Labor Day almost three years ago. And well, okay, I shall celebrate it today, along with workers who celebrate the labor they do in their own jobs.

Happy Labor Day!

My One Breastfeeding Regret

Oh yes. I thought I would not have any regrets about breastfeeding. But this Holy Week (and being Aria’s slave literally this week), I thought of this one regret: I did not plan to wean her off the breast!

At 31 months she still nurses as often as she can. Sure I don’t deny her of nursing, but then there are times that I wished she will learn not to nurse all the time when I am with her.

Let’s count the countless reasons of her nursing:

She might be thirsty. What’s water and milk and juice for, then? She’d rather nurse to quench her thirst after a yummy meal.

She might be hungry. But she has just eaten a full meal!!! Still, when she sees me, she’d nurse. Then give a very loud burp!

She might be sleepy. Which is always the case. But if I am not around, she doesn’t have a choice, that’s why naptime with my mom is a tedious task. That alone takes up hours of their day. In the evening, I try to train her not to nurse to sleep. It will be a 10% chance that she can do it, but most often she nurses. Lately the trick is she wants her feet under a pillow. As I have mentioned before, we don’t believe in sleep training. But I trust that when she turns three she can sleep alone without the aid of the boob.

She might be upset. Aria is quite insistent nowadays. She would repeatedly say what she wants until you give it to her. When you don’t give it to her, or take aways something from her, she cries, no, bawls. Really noisy girl.

She learned something new. As if a dog getting a reward, Aria rewards herself with nursing if she learned a new word, phrase, trick, or wanting to learn some more. Breastmilk might be her brain food as well, no wonder she can count up to 30 and count backwards from 10 to one, say the alphabet clearly, spell out words, read words and phrases, sing lots of songs,
memorize things easily. She also has good motor skills (like opening boxes, zippers, pulling and pushing, climbing cabinets, monkey bars. Yeah she is a boy! Kidding!).

Nothing. She just wants to. This is what I am still puzzled about. She would just sit on my lap, pull dwn or up my shirt, and nurse. She’d do it anywhere, anytime of the day. I would rather she nurse than roam around and shout and be noisy. She often smiles at me while nursing. How can I be angry, then? Big reward indeed.

Big question is, until when? I choose not to answer, because it breaks my heart everytime I pull her off my breasts. I feel the first part of the mission is done, that I will face so much more when she weans. I am scared to get to that stage.

~ Touringkitty