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You Are God by Jam Capistrano of VCF

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As one of my friends commented on my Facebook wall, I’m now officially in the late 20s. A few more minutes and my birthday will be over. And in just a matter of minutes, my husband and I will be celebrating our third year wedding anniversary. 24 hours after we celebrate those three years of blessed and wonderful union, it will be my husband’s turn to blow a candle on a birthday cake.

So what transpired today now that I turned 29? No birthday cake this year, didn’t feel the need to despite the fact that in my book a birthday is not a birthday if there’s no cake. What I’d like to remember for this day is the fact that today, my son had his first OT (Occupational Therapy) Session. The first of many to come. Why does he need that? That will be for another post.

Anyway, that’s all for now. Will head off to the shower before I go to bed.

the little clock watcher

Some time last week, our house helpers told me that my little boy learned something new. I could not comprehend how he learned it and am completely amazed when I was told about it, more so when I actually caught him in the act of doing it.

I’m sure the title of my post gave it away anyway. Let me just explain it further. Over the last couple of weeks, I was given quite an odd shift – 4am – 1pm. Because of the distance between our house and where my office is located, add to that the fact that I have to take several mode of transportation to get home, I normally get home at 3pm or past 3pm, well, mostly past 3pm to be more specific. When I get home, my routine is to do my daily ablutions prior to kissing the little boy, of course I want to make sure I’m squeaky clean before I embrace my son. After which, we – me, my son and the 2 helpers would normally go out, either for a walk or to get something in the wet and dry market.  This is how I spend my quality time with my son, doing what he loves best – going out of the house.

Going back, my helpers told me that he’s learned to watch the clock especially when it’s about to turn three in the afternoon. He was doing that for a number of days until they figured out that he was checking the time because  he knows mommy’s about to arrive from work and then of course, his favorite time of the day will come – the time he gets to go out and ride a tricycle. He still talks gibberish and sometimes he can actually utter a few words, but well, I’m not in a hurry anyway since it’s pretty normal for little boys to talk much later than girls of the same age. At the same time, I know that he’s progressing well, taking into account all the things he’s starting to do – clock watching for one!

Well, I certainly hope you guys had a great and blessed Sunday!

2 years ago, at about this time, I remember agonizing over my inability to urinate. I was told that by 10pm I was supposed to be able to urinate and empty my bladder. However, my urethra was traumatized because of giving birth. After 10 excruciating hours at the delivery room, I guess it could be expected. No, I will not come up with my birthing story for this post, that will have to be an entirely different post. Nonetheless, I feel that this day should not pass without me coming up with an entry. Never mind the fact that I still have not fully organized this blog. This day, albeit ordinary to most, is one special day for me and my family. This day marks the day, when the Lord finally gifted us with our precious little boy.

To my son,

All the nuisance and difficulties I had to go through, especially the pains of childbirth, was all worth it. It was a cheap price for me to pay in exchange for that very first time I gazed upon your lovely little face. When you came out, the 2 nurses cleaned you up and after wiping you clean quite quickly, they placed you closer to me to give you a kiss. You were wailing real hard, but when I said “hi Nathan.”, you suddenly stopped crying as if things were  suddenly all right because you know mommy’s there.

When you grow up, you will realize that mom and dad can’t do everything, and yet I pray that even so, you will grow up in the knowledge that no matter what, your dad and I will do everything we can to give you the best that we can. I want you to know always that you are special, and precious and loved for exactly the way you are, no more, no less and don’t ever let any body make you feel otherwise.

I love you son!