joaqui the little rockstar
A letter to my dearest nephew, Joaquin Gabriel, hours and hours before he officially turns two:
I am sure when you grow up you won’t remember everything when you were a one-year-old kid… So in my little way, I am "freezing" some nice memories as a year-old kid.
Aside from turning the house into a disaster area most of the time because your deconstructed handover toys are sprawling all over, you never fail to make us laugh with your cute antics - my favorite of all - you, pretending to be a rockstar, imitating your "kuyas." Wow, my singing rock "lullabies" to make you sleep when you were still a baby paid off. I am relieved that you didn’t end up liking those novelty songs that your mama used to sing to coax you to clap your hands.
Tonight, while you were standing on a chair, beside your "kuya" Gene Mark, who is busy playing Final Fantasy while listening to White Stripes’ My Doorbell, you suddenly stamped your feet like you were in some rock concert. Then you would nod your head like a headbanger, only slower. I couldn’t stop laughing, watching you dance with "My Doorbell." When "Blue Orchid" (still White Stripes’) played, you went crazy and danced while "headbanging." My, you are turning to be a rockstar wannabe so early.
But we didn’t mind… Your kuyas keep on telling you, "Mabuti yan, huwag mong gayahin si mama mo." (pero in fairness kay geselle, hindi naman sya talaga jologs sa music… haha, peace tayo, ges! ninang ako ni joaqui…)
So, Joaqui, don’t lose that love and affinity for music… and maintain your good taste in music. If ever we hear you singing any Lito Camo’s compositions - wah! I’ll feel disappointed. We love you much, Joaqui…. (even if you broke my eyeglasses, darn… how am I suppose to work?) Happy 2nd Birthday! Be good and dont be a brat!
