He is now 13! He is now taller than me… he is so awkwardly odd and handsome… he talks slangishly weird… he laughs like his father… he is now into piano, guitar, rubix cubes and skateboard… he is into Harry Potter books doing marathon reading… he worries about his pimples…he just had his hair “relaxed”… he shuns me from his room…. he “forbids” me to look at his cellphone… but last night, he asked me to “hilot-paa”*; awesome :)!
*hilot-paa used to be our bedtime ritual since he was two, for him to sleep (plus his tini-smelly pillow)… massaging, (tickling actually) his foot one at a time till he gets asleep…. until we “agreed” (or rather “fought”) to halt it by his 10th birthday. it was getting difficult for me to reach his foot, and for him to do some body contortion…
Last night, I willingly (and longingly) obliged! It doesn’t matter now even I have a long queue of things to do with my tax clients, it doesn’t matter even if it will mean I will fall asleep too, it doesn’t matter even if we do major body contortion! i love it, I missed it! We both missed it!
Happy birthday! Love you, Jolo… anytime, anak…
Oh, by the way, he is still playing with his Lego… :>
How time flies! Now Jolo is in High School, all grown-up and getting more “independent”… I’m having a mixed feeling of being proud and forlorn…Medyo nag-eemo ba. Haaaay, I still remember his first weeks in pre-school, when he didn’t want to be left behind (imagine how he cried hard!)… but now he even asked us not to take him to school anymore. I remember how he was adamant not to have a “cut” (tule baga) forever… but last summer, he practically prepared himself for it. I remember how I have to wait outside an open CR door while he is doing his pupu…. e ngayun, he keeps me out of his room while he’s changing. And how he clings to his old grumpy pillow since he was 4… but now he can sleep all by himself…. How can I forget every night since his year 2 to year 10 that i have to “hilot-paa” (massage) for him to get to sleep (nagpangakuan pa kami tigil na kami pag 8 na siya… but it lasted till his 10th year)…. and now i have to “bribe” him in order for him to sleep beside me…. haaaay… am I just getting old to feel this? Feeling grumpy again! Well, we are getting old,,, and so does the kids…
So much for that “emoting” …. Ang gusto ko iwento ay about our “quest” of choosing his High School…
He is now HS in Barcelona Academy, a new school run by veteran educators and preacher. I have a quite long list of schools to choose from and I actually had a hard time deciding. Jolo and I actually spent a pizza-moment one time to weigh the schools of our choice. BSU is on top of our list, but for some reason (probably a good sign), he was short-listed. It is quite far, and very tiring for Jolo to go to and from. We also have St. Mary’s and MC in our list. We almost enrolled in St. Michael. Barcelona Academy is in our list, but it is its first year to operate, so i have my hesitation.
Finally, while I was about to decide, I came across Bro Bo Sanchez blog, and he featured Barcelona Academy, telling the story actually of the humble beginning of its owner (wife) and the faith and mission of the husband… and it awed me… I texted the number with few questions and Ms. Tess Barcelona personally called me. I met the couple later and has finally decided that this might be the school that will help my son form his adolescent years….
As I look at Jolo, I know I am proud of him… (pero emote pa rin) and i trust him that he can handle what life will have to offer him… of course with our guidance… and faith and perseverance…
(101 note: #11 is now slashed-off)
Today, I am amazed how Aliya have grown! She can now totally comprehend and can understand simple instructions and can now command attention!
Her few gimik and antics are:
🙂 she picks up bag and says bye-bye and go to the door…
😉 then come back to have everyone kiss her
🙂 she doesn’t know (or don’ want) to kiss, but she want to be kissed a lot
😉 she loves to play mommy to her doll
🙂 she loves water and swimming
🙂 she loves microphone… she sings (or hum, actually) and pretend to sing
🙂 she keeps on saying,….love… love… while hugging
🙂 she calls on us to sit when she’s now on her high chair to eat
🙂 she can now eat by herself
🙂 she dance when she see somebody dance on the TV (we danced a lot yesterday)
🙂 she wants to pick-up the phone and “calls” Mama and Daddy
🙂 she once asked to be seated on the “throne” when she said wii-wii.
🙂 she can count, her favorite number is seven
😉 she do “abs-rocket” hahaha
I am amazed (and a bit saddened) by sudden changes happening with my boy Jolo. He is not quite a boy now… and he’s not quite a teen yet! He is 11 and as if suddenly the transformation seemed “overnight.” Physically, he grown fast (he is almost my height), his voice became husky, his face is more “serious” and he now chooses teen’s apparel and stuff. His demeanor became more subdued (no longer the wacky guy who goofs around). It’s not that I really mind, it’s just that I’m not yet prepared….
But, what preparations do parents need really? I don’t know! But well, I know we have “experienced” his boyhood and growing up, without moments spared, so I think I have to embrace now this new phase in his life with same glee and amazement!
Jolo Before (one-and-a-half years ago), wacky, playful, rough and sweet!
My litte boy, Jolo! (just a year ago), witty, charming, full of delight, curiousity and awe!
My BOy! (just early this year), thoughtful, creative, still awes at nature, funny and adventurous!
Jolo, “raw and unwashed” (recently), subdued, camera-shy, mindful, artistic and still my boy!
see how the time flies….
We sent our Jolo and Lean to school today (their 1st day), and I was so excited (bakit para ako lang?)
I remembered sending Jolo to his Prep school 7 years ago and he cried! as in howling! But now, when we peeked at his classroom, his face registered “why are you here?” making slight gesture of his head for us “to go away”…. We want to tease him, make him agonize (just for the fun of it…) but suddenly I realized, my boy is no longer a boy (whhhaa). he wants his space, he wants to show that he is no longer a “mommy’s boy”….
sooo disheartening…. is it just because of his change? or is it just me getting “old” (and realizing it)?
or am I still clinging to his innocence…. haaaayyy….. wag muna…..