Remember this boy?
A friend reminded me, how fast time flies, when I mentioned that James is heading for his First Confession at church.
It made me feel like I just gave birth for the first time yesterday. (Feel only ah, figure of speech.😑)
My happy first born was such an easy infant to care for that I didn’t think motherhood was tough.
Because he was easy, we went ahead to bless him with siblings.
Well, it didn’t turn out to be as easy as it used to be.
But I guess it was still such a breeze watching that chubby and happy baby grow into who he is today, that we didn’t realize…
He’s now old enough…
To do a lot of things on his own.
And in our religion, one of the milestone at 9 years old is to receive his First Holy Communion.
And wow! It struck me that he has grown!
I don’t wish for him to grow up slower cos a lot of people who knows me knows that I can’t wait for my children to be less dependent on me.
But as much as I wish they would grow up faster. I would most of all wish they grow up according to their own pace.
I know in reality, we would compare them with their peers.
Even if we don’t, as parents, the society would.
I’m still trying to figure this out.As I’m so fixated in wishing/hoping that he would mature accordingly, I didn’t realize, he was growing.
In size and age…
In his knowledge…
And in being a better brother and son.
One thing’s for sure, no matter how fast time flies…