growing up
Hey! Give me space so I can breathe
Give me space so I can sleep
Give me space so you can drown in this with me
- Space, Something Corporate
A friend told me I should consider everything that I am facing right now as growing-up pains. Thank you, just two days after I officially turned a year older, I have to deal with this so-called growing-up pains. Hay! This isn’t exactly the surprise I want.
What I realized though… I can deal with storms with grace and finesse. I always stuck with my “I-won’t-stoop-down-to-your-level” principle whenever I have to deal with people who resort to personal attacks and insults. I believe in karma… that whatever you do to other people will boomerang back to you… times 10. Two weeks have been turbulent and I am hoping that the coming weeks will no longer be such a pain.
I am looking forward for Saturday… I just want to get a good rest and play with my nephew. Even though Joaqui seemed to have turned to be a demanding toddler because he is aware that everyone at him just loves. Who wouldn’t? Even if he turns our home into a disaster area (just this morning, Mama told me he made a graffiti wall out of our sofa) and always keeps us on our toes, Joaqui can melt our hearts to the nth degree and would leave us smiling the whole day with his ‘talks.’ And he loves to imitate all of us… like if he sees us eating on the dining table, he would also climb on one of the chairs to eat with us. And whenever Gene Mark, our youngest, would make him cry, he would rush to Mama or to anyone to sort of make “sumbong.” I could go on and on when I talk about Joaquin.
