My son recently turns ten. I’ve been sounding cliche every time I ask, “Isn’t it a wonder how time flies so fast?” Indeed. I remember an acquaintance, my husband’s ex from the South, who told me years ago that I should enjoy my time with the little boy because when he reaches ten, I might no longer be able to hug and kiss him as often as I want. True enough. He doesn’t want to be cuddled and tickled whenever there are friends around. Like it’s a disgrace to be caught being playful with your parents.

This early, he also made an announcement that he will officially ‘court’ a girl in grade six. That’s already next year! In other words, I have to prepare myself emotionally and psychologically the soonest time possible.

Yet there are so many things to be thankful of. Despite my limitations as a mother, I am plain glad that Elmo (well, we only call him that at home because he’s so embarrassed to be addressed that way in public, I think he doesn’t want to be associated with the sesame street character) is growing up to be a responsible one although most of his traits, he took after me. I don’t know. He got my sensitive side. My goodness, he’s ten times a cry baby than his little sister.

I thank God that my boy  — nnnyyyy

* is healthy in all aspects
* is a very thoughtful son
* is always setting a good example to younger sister Faith
* is quick to offer help whenever he can
* is good at balancing time ( playing PSP and reading all his books)
* is appreciative of the love we give him

At times, he can be “matampuhin” and “tamad”. Very much like me! I really could not blame the boy, it’s in his genes. Lol. Happy birthday, anak! Be happy always.

(Note: This post’s title “Eytyxismena Genethlia!” is a Greek term for Happy Birthday. The kids are fascinated with the Greek alphabet so I might as well use it here. Faith even copied the characters on her notebook.)