My Gian and Eesha are sleeping soundly tonight. Gian sleeps on his “The Incredibles” pillow, while Eesha in her crib & with “didit” (for piglet stuffed toy) wrapped in her arms. But, I figured the PJs they are now wearing, will in a much rather too soon time, go up to their knees and will need replacing. They’re the most beautiful tour de force life could offer and I feel the same “peace that passes understanding” just looking at them.
After 7 years (and counting) of raising a child in Gian, those moments of bewilderment is ever present. But, with the addition of Eesha in the family, being bowled over everytime doesn’t seem to be enough definition anymore.
Gian is more of the pensive kind, he can observe many of the people around him but wouldn’t mind playing alone. He can play what he saw over and again in his mind then makes them a little more real by drawing them on papers, and boy, he could eat into any paper you’d give him. It will be like that with him for quite a time and then, as you continue to tail his developments, he’ll just surprise you with another that could tickle his fancy.
Eesha is the “eager to learn” kind, audacious in most of her ways and can’t be nudged, sorry. And even at 1, she’s showing self-determination as she would rather sleep in her crib than on our bed. At one and a half, her vocabulary surprises us each day, the one’s I like the most are “no mow” (no more), “ai you” (i love you), “wa-too-tee” (one-two-three), “kaw ba!”, and off course the sweetest to listen to always are, nanay, tatay & yay (kuya). The rest are blabs we’re still trying to figure out.
I have a world of wishes for them and all the strength they could muster because the world today is more than a jungle. And I have fears that what I have learned will in no way fill the gap for their time of learning about the world and what it will be like. But, it will be theirs to discover and I, I will be their apprentice.
The most important thing I want for them is to love, take care and protect each other, something I will always miss from my childhood. I don’t know if this was ample or scant in generations before me, but I pray these family values will be generous as they both grow up and onwards as they create another generation. My love abounds, who can measure it?
17 March 2011
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