My grade four daughter, Riza, is crazy of Tamagochi. She wants to own one by working at home for eight hours. If you don’t know Tamagochi, it’s been in the market since 1996. It’s a tiny virtual pet that you take care, like a baby, so it would grow and survive. Riza heard and seen this pet at school when most of her classmates brought theirs.
“So here’s the deal. You do eight hours of house chores in exchange for a Tamagochi. How’s that sound?” I told Riza as she pleads to buy one for her. “Sure Mom I’ll do the best I can to help out.”
For the next seven days of last week, Riza was on the look out for things to do at home. Most of the time, she hang-out in the kitchen; peeled some apples; cooked; washed some dishes, pots and pans; swept the floors; folded clothes; made the beds; and organized her room. Her desire to finish her eight hours was so intense that she had a back ache last Friday. “I’ve got to finish my job so Mom could buy me a Tamagochi this coming Sunday.”
We had quite a good amount of bonding that week. The good news is that she appreciated my role at home more than any of my other kids. “Mom, how could you work this much with little sleep? You put a lot of time and effort in preparing our food, in cooking, in cleaning, in making our home organized. On top of that, you picked me, Kuya RV and Riva at school and Kuya Zean at work. You work at home, outside of home, and you do your leisure stuff. You are a cool mom!” Hmn…whether this is a complement or a manipulation, it’s nice to hear encouraging words coming from her.
You could feel the pressure intensified as she counted her hours into minutes. If you've experienced working in a manufacturing company, this time counting per process is very useful. As soon as she finished her eight hours, Riza reported to me like a soldier in the army. "I’ve done my eight hours. I'm going to have my Tamagochi!"
So yesterday, Romeo and I brought Riza to Toys R Us and she had to pick her own Tamagochi from the stacked pile of virtual babies. I could see her eyes glowed as she held her “newborn”. She’s now a busy “mom” doing all the responsibilities that a real mom does to her children.
It's funny but all of us are like Riza. We aim for something. We work for it. We spend a lot of time to get it. I just hope that we will also take care and be good stewards of anything that God allows us to have whether material things or spiritual gifts.
Riza aimed for a Tamagochi and she got it. I’m sure she learned more from that exercise. In my point of view, she developed patience and endurance. She learned new skills at home. She discovered new ways of doing things. Her math improved. She loved me more.
I learned from that incident too. I learned that God gives us things that would and should improve our character and appreciation of Him. Twenty years or so ago, I aimed and worked for a better life. In the process of looking for it, making wise choices, stumbling in several areas, experiencing encouragement and discouragement, I saw that God never turned His back on me. He carried me through. I am now in my forties and I could still see His loving arms and protection on me. I have a lot of goals. I'm working for a lot of things. In the end, I offer all of my efforts to Him who can cause me to do all things for His honor and glory.
I don't have virtual babies. Mine are real. All grown ups. Sometimes they act ugly. Sometimes they act encouraging. Everyday, Romeo and I ask God for wisdom in dealing with our Tamagochis. Someday, I hope they get the point. Someday, I hope they would be godly parents to their own Tamagochis.
I like the light-hearted and personal touch to your story. Your daughter really worked hard to get Tamagochi. Bless her heart! Praise God that we don't have to work too hard to get t o His heart. It's all by His grace that we are saved, and not of good works. Amen!