Baby boy

From being a baby to now a boy... big boy...tall boy... still my baby boy. 

A few days ago, he was at his grannies and just like any ordinary day with his lolo, they never run out of play ideas.  I saw this pop out in my FB notification, to my great amusement and delight. Made me recall right away some years back when he was still wearing his diapers... Check these photos out. 

He likes to give me flowers

That kind of face, that kind of smile, makes me feel so grateful God made me a mother. How can I not conquer the fears, pains, failures and heartaches? See those tiny flowers in his little hands? He picked them for me and very excitedly showed me. It's these little things that I call treasure, riches, gold. Priceless moments that I can never trade for anything, as it's in these moments that I am reminded of my purpose, why I am here. Knowing my purpose leads me to where I will be in the future, it gives me the right motivation to keep going in spite of the present darkness. 

What motherhood is

Motherhood is getting to know his friends and treating them like my own. Whenever Gabriel comes home with a bunch of his friends, I make sure I welcome them all like I welcome my son. I call it "open house" for them. They get play, eat, jump around, shout, laugh, get crazy, sweat it out. For me, that is the only way I can assure my son as he transitions in teenage phase, that I can be one of his buddies, too. I guess one of the saddest thing that can happen to a parent is when their children become stranger to them, or them to their children. I do not want that to happen ever.