I know one day, you will miss them.
You’re going to miss their deafening loudness and innocence hassles and the peak of their dirty shirts and countless toys.
You will miss them in your room while hanging out, watching you dress and crying out loud.
Soon you will miss them when they grow up and you get the break you want.
You will miss them needing you all the time because they’ll find comforts with friends or other people whom they liked.
You’re going to miss everything because when they own their freedom, you didn’t own their time.
So while still possible, enjoy their childhood and bear the hardship. Never say “hope you will grow up fast” because surely, one day, you will miss them, you will miss your little ones.
“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“ Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.”
How many flashes have they took just to get a good picture with this kids? Despite their moms calling their names and making faces, still they don’t even care, but it’s okay.
Let’s enjoy their innocence because a time after this, they will never be the same.
“There’s nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn’t even have to matter what they’re laughing about.” ― Criss Jami,
There is something about growing up that makes us yearn for the simplicity of our childhood. Sometimes, we wish to go back in our childhood life as we start missing our happy and simple memories. In those years, a lot is said about how good life was. Honestly, I miss it, wish I could turn back the time…
- When I was around 5 years old, I received one of the ugliest dolls from my Father, It was ugly, but I was happy receiving it.
- My love for paper dolls.
- Playing games with the whole gang such as; patintero, baril-barilan, chinese garter, piko, hoola hoof, tumbang preso, marbles, rubber band and cards etc.
- Summer spent in the countryside.
- Church activities.
- My love for pocketbooks.
- Playing in the rains.
To be in the middle class society, I would say I have a hard time getting and receiving what I want. My parents were always tough in budgeting, that they would only first provide me all the basic needs and the rest were just like always on the line.
When I was young I always wanted to have a beautiful doll and a bicycle. In fairness, my parents gave me one doll but it was worn out already and has a very ugly face. I played with it since I have no choice to be fussy. Later, I learned to make a paper doll which was more satisfying and lasting for my pleasure. Unfortunately, I never had my own bicycle; it was out of my reach. I was just able to borrow from friends and rented from our neighbors.
When I looked back at my younger years, I was lack of material things and I always wondered about it. I always asked the heaven why we are not rich and yet never heard an answer. Despite of it, I can always consider my childhood with a very happy time in my life. I was free then. No worries. No burden.
I wish I could go back the old times and enjoy it more.
#365 days of writing prompts# Out of reach
Yesterday, my friend told me this story.
Days ago, she had a stomach upset problem that made her weak the whole day while at home. Before she’d like to rest, she prepared food and everything in the dining table so that her kids would just go there to eat although she might be sleeping the entire day.
While she was lying in bed, her five year old daughter approached and asked her; “mommy can I help to wash the dishes?” She didn’t ignore her despite of her weakness. She nod as her response even though she wasn’t even sure of her daughter’s sincerity.
When she feels better afterwards and left her bedroom, she was surprised to see that everything is in order. Her daughter already washed all the dirty dishes, wiped the dining table, swept the floor, cleaned the dust and even arranged some jumbled stuff.
It was one of the best times in her life to experience a very helpful gesture from her 5 year old daughter. Even me, I was happy and amazed about it.
As a parent, we will always be grateful to have this kind of experience with our kids. I don’t even forget when my son asked me to give my cough to him because he doesn’t want me to be sick, and it was six years ago!
For us, the sweet gestures of this little and innocent person gave us a deep memory in our heart with true happiness and more love.