It was the perfect 10th day of January. The whole clan was there, a place where I was born. Everyone was excited, scared, thrilled- well, u know, overwhelmed. The first one is always something for every mankind. First date, first kiss, first love, first child, first grand child......... first nephew.
There it was, something that will change everything from then. Something, that has already even changed something since then. Everyone smiled, everyone was gratified, tears of joy was falling. A little creature, a baby, a boy, a baby general: my first wingman.
Other than being a chubby cute baby, his eyes showed so much of intelligence. As I watched him grow up, I was convinced that this little creature will be something big one day.
Then, when he was just a cute toddler, I loved it when he could only say the last syllable of my name. I loved how I could put him to bed when no one else could. I loved when he tried to disturb me while I was playing the piano. I loved to sing along with him his nursery songs. I loved to push his stroller in a mall. I loved giving him a bath.
Now, as an elementary school boy, with the annoying act, the smell of his sweat when he got home from school. I love it when he calls me for a help, I love it when he asks me tons of questions (even though I would sometimes be annoyed during my PMS period), I love how he always tells me what he has done for the day, I love it when he would say nothing when I leave and would just hug my leg instead, I love it when he says 'I love you' back to me so fast so that I will not get it.
Later, when he becomes an adolescent and a grown man eventually, I will love it when he seeks me for a help, I will love it when he talks to me about how angry he is that his parents don't allow him to use the car, I will love it when he never says 'I love you' back to me, I will love it when he brings his girlfriend(s) to the house, I will love it when he's angry at me for not being on his side when he has a fight with his parents, I will love it when he shouts "You are not my mother!" to me, I will love it when he changes the music I'm playing and calls it 'kuno' or 'old-school', I will love to be the sappy aunt and shout "That's my boy there!!" on his graduation day.
I loved, I love, and I'll love to see him grow up. Just like I love him, always have, and always will.
With him, I learned a lot of things. How to change a diaper, how to soothe a cranky baby, how to feed a baby, how to be a baby sitter, how to be a big sister, how to be an aunt, how to be a mother, how to be angry at someone for only 15 minutes and hug them right away to apologise.
This little man has a star shaped mole on his right knee. We say that he will be as bright as a star one day, oh we don't say, we know it.
He's going to be big. My little General will
be a great General. I know so.
There it was, something that will change everything from then. Something, that has already even changed something since then. Everyone smiled, everyone was gratified, tears of joy was falling. A little creature, a baby, a boy, a baby general: my first wingman.
Other than being a chubby cute baby, his eyes showed so much of intelligence. As I watched him grow up, I was convinced that this little creature will be something big one day.
Then, when he was just a cute toddler, I loved it when he could only say the last syllable of my name. I loved how I could put him to bed when no one else could. I loved when he tried to disturb me while I was playing the piano. I loved to sing along with him his nursery songs. I loved to push his stroller in a mall. I loved giving him a bath.
Now, as an elementary school boy, with the annoying act, the smell of his sweat when he got home from school. I love it when he calls me for a help, I love it when he asks me tons of questions (even though I would sometimes be annoyed during my PMS period), I love how he always tells me what he has done for the day, I love it when he would say nothing when I leave and would just hug my leg instead, I love it when he says 'I love you' back to me so fast so that I will not get it.
Later, when he becomes an adolescent and a grown man eventually, I will love it when he seeks me for a help, I will love it when he talks to me about how angry he is that his parents don't allow him to use the car, I will love it when he never says 'I love you' back to me, I will love it when he brings his girlfriend(s) to the house, I will love it when he's angry at me for not being on his side when he has a fight with his parents, I will love it when he shouts "You are not my mother!" to me, I will love it when he changes the music I'm playing and calls it 'kuno' or 'old-school', I will love to be the sappy aunt and shout "That's my boy there!!" on his graduation day.
I loved, I love, and I'll love to see him grow up. Just like I love him, always have, and always will.
With him, I learned a lot of things. How to change a diaper, how to soothe a cranky baby, how to feed a baby, how to be a baby sitter, how to be a big sister, how to be an aunt, how to be a mother, how to be angry at someone for only 15 minutes and hug them right away to apologise.
This little man has a star shaped mole on his right knee. We say that he will be as bright as a star one day, oh we don't say, we know it.
He's going to be big. My little General will
be a great General. I know so.
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