The only stuff I am probably capable to teach my nephew (and all my younger cousins) include pulling pranks, talkblocking adults, and wearing make up.
When my little cousin Julia used to ask me where her mom is, I often point to her left chest and say, “Nasa puso mo.” and then the kids would laugh hysterically, getting all rowdy and shit.
Her older sister Alyana seem to idolize me. Even when she was still a toddler, she already likes it when I put make up on her face. She likes dressing up as a teenager, always looking girly and ladylike. Now that she’s eight, she wears dresses and skirts and makes it a point to have a hairbrush and loose powder in her purse. Her mom wouldn’t contest. I was like that when I was eight.
The funny thing is, whenever I’m at their place and offer to help with her homework, she leaves me doing the whole thing and never listens to me when I explain how I got the answers. But if she sees a pair of earrings and some cute bangles that I’m wearing, she eagerly chats with me! It’s like suddenly, we’re best friends!
Same goes with my nephew, Renzo. Ever since I moved back home, I spend every single day with him and we’ll play with his toy cars or just fool around the house. He’s only two years old but I already want him to be able to define the basic colors and single-digit numbers. Why? Because it’s doable. I’ve seen it from other kids. So there’s no freakin way, my baby boy could not pull that off.
What did he pick up from me instead? Saying the catchphrase “Weeeh?”, calling waitresses “Miss”, and “Cheers”-ing our drinks.
Maybe that’s why I was never fond of teachers. Except those who have other jobs besides teaching. Like college professors. Trust me, from the ones I had since daycare, I could only pick 10 whom I actually liked.
Teachers are supposed to be role models. And I can’t be like that. I welcome silliness, and bended philosophies of kids. I think that’s what makes them brilliant.
But I’m not giving up on myself. If I can’t be a teacher to my nephew, I could be his best friend. At least I’ll get to know all of his secrets, and give him advice someday. And if he turns out to be a successful, good man because of all the advice I gave him, I think that makes me better than a teacher. :)

I wouldn’t mind having that, I mean those, I mean her, as my teacher. :)