Been doing a lot of blog cleaning and this draft is too beautiful not to share. Drafted last December 6, 2012; our son taught me patience.
Got so many drafts and saw this entry. This was written last January 16, 2013 when my Firstborn was just 10 years old. Now, he is such a grown up man. But he still possesses that same responsible and helpful characteristics. I guess this post deserves a space here.
My firstborn son is now 10 years old. He still plays Ninjago and Hot Wheels. He enjoys Play Station and Timezone. My son enjoys anything that spells F U N !
And I never thought he could be very considerate and selfless. Bad mama.
My boys’ “Anecdotes from Tots” is now in its 17th installment. And as I retype everything, I could not help but giggle a little, sometimes laugh hard, and even a few moments shed a tear or two. My children are growing up real fast, and they even regard themselves like grown ups already. Will I hear more of those witty and surprising remarks from them? Perhaps I need to wait for our little man to grow up some more.
May 19, 2014
Often, we would walk as we go to church to attend mass. This gives us time to hold hands and bond with our boys.
Snippets of conversation with my eight-year-old, and they do fascinate me a lot!
Big Bunso: Mama.
Momi Berlin: Yes, Big Bunso.
Big Bunso: If you will have three wishes, what would be your wishes?
Momi Berlin: Hmmm… you first, Big Bunso.
Big Bunso: Ok. My first wish would be …. I want us to be incredibly wealthy.
Momi Berlin: Rich? Why, do you consider us poor?
Big Bunso: Not really. We just don’t have that much money to buy everything and anything we want. We are not extremely wealthy.
Momi Berlin: Ow, ok. Your second wish then?
Big Bunso: I hope our house would not easily accumulate dirt.
Momi Berlin: (This then made me realize that the boys hate cleaning the house). Why is that?
Big Bunso: So that I need not brush the carpet everyday and scrub the toilet. Cleaning is a real bore.
Momi Berlin: I see. And your third wish?
Big Bunso: Now that I’m incredibly rich, I would build a church and also a hospital.
Momi Berlin: (Wider smile. my eight-year-old boy knows how to give back. Thank you, God!)
My second son had a surgery exactly five years ago. He fell from a monkey bar during his school’s foundation day. At first, the surgeon conducted a closed reduction procedure. The process was to align my boy’s broken wrist bones. It was unsuccessful, thus we opted for a surgery.
The four-hour operation was successful. The doctor inserted three narrow pins (as long and slender as a pencil) inside my son’s right arm. Though the metal pins were removed four months after the operation, the stitches on his arm are still very evident. Possibly, they are his constant reminder that once, he fell from a monkey bar. That next time, he should be careful of his moves. Or maybe, he should not go near any monkey bar.
A year after the incident, we went back to the place where he fell. Our main goal was to fulfill a goal which was suddenly aborted by an unexpected accident. This mother had high hopes her son will complete the climb and finish those long bars. That armed with more confidence and full support from his family, he will complete the monkey bar with more caution.
“Rage can kill you.”
This was what my eight-year-old boy told me one Monday evening. I went home that day; saw the house nearly in chaos; and expressed my disappointed to my three boys. Surprised with my sudden rage, my boys were like superorganisms working and moving very fast to please their silly mother.
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