My boy
July 14, 2008
From Xanga to WordPress and even Flickr, I post plenty about my daughter. The reason is simple, she is indeed a character. The best of her Daddy mixed with Mommy’s attitude. She’s a very funny girl.
My son from the very beginning was serious and mature for his age. He didn’t speak a word until he was two. Once he began to speak, everything was in complete sentences. He’s always been a thinker, a builder and a planner. A puzzle genius at two and a Lego fanatic up to this moment.
JC is a perfectionist by nature. I have to constantly remind him that it’s okay to fail, so long as you try your best. That’s still a process because he excels in plenty. It is understandable how parents desire for their children to shine but I for one believe that there is the same importance in failure and we have teach this to our children so that they will know how to handle life’s circumstances.
If I had to give labels I would say that my son is the “sensitive” one. He writes me letters (phonetically) like
Dear Momy,
I’m very sorry for
wakeing you up in the middle of the night.
Love, JC <3
He is quick to apologize, kind and responsible. Only a year older than his sister, he knows his roles as Kuya. A true gentleman like his Daddy. He opens the car door for me and his sister. He believes in “ladies first”… well sometimes. My baby boy, so very sweet, yet he throws a football like a natural, has karate kicks that can injure and swims with no fear.
Character and qualities a mother can be proud of yet truly bittersweet. You see, I have a son and a daughter. A mother – daughter bond is for always. My son, well he’s the one I am nurturing knowing that he is also the one that will leave me. My responsibility as a mother is to teach him how to stand on his own so that when he takes a bride he can stand with his wife and children. The training begins now. All this time, effort and love to be invested with the intent of parting ways.
I love my children equally and differently. JC is my boy, my first born and the first one who will leave me. Bittersweet indeed.
We are not to raise our children for our own pleasure for this moment in time. There’s a bigger plan in a grander scale yet it all begins with what we do in our home.
