I haven’t written you anything in almost a month. It’s been a busy past few weeks and I just wanted to spend as much time as I could with you instead of writing you. You’re asleep now and I’m taking a break from work at 11pm.
You’ve been wanting to run even before you could walk, but these past four weeks, you’ve been doing it amazingly well. Or it might be that I’m less anxious about you running. Probably that. It takes me some time to get there. You jump in place and clear a few good inches off the floor. Whenever you see a baby, you walk up to him, point at him, snap your finger, and say, “BABY.” It’s swagger from a little person, and it cracks me up every time.
I looked up developmental milestones just to see if we’re on track, and you’re doing great! It says to expect you to dance to music. You’ve been doing that before you turned a year old. It also says you will use three words regularly at your age. You use about two dozen words regularly, but I am still called “Mamama” and you call your father “Diddy”. I laugh every time you call him Diddy. You probably won’t understand why that’s funny. Ask us about P.Diddy when you’re older. Then try to imagine your father rapping.
Right now, you say: moon, hi, bye, up, down, tree, baby, boy, blue, shoes, wow, socks, cheeks, toes, knees, bike, Ninay, duck, bubble, ball, box, rice, done. There’s more, I’m sure, but those are all I remember at the moment. You sign for the rest of the essentials.
We took you to UP Diliman to let you run around. I never realized how much garbage was around my old school until you tried to pick them all up from the ground. I took lots and lots of pictures of you running around like a maniac. I have one of you barreling towards me with the biggest smile on your face, and I will always, always remember that feeling. I also love it whenever your little hand reaches up to hold mine while we’re walking side by side. My heart swells with pride and I want to tell random people, “Look, I’m his mommy.”
You’re getting increasingly attached to me. It’s very sweet. You pounce on me mornings to wake me up. You’re around 10.5 kilos of fun now, and… ow. You hug and kiss me, yelling “Mamama”. I will never tire of that. Never forget how much I love you, even when you have a family of your own. I expect weekly visits, and lots and lots of hugs. When I’m old and grey, you hug your mommy as often as you can, because that’s when I’ll need your hugs the most.
I wrote your father a letter for a change. I am so in love with him right now. Don’t cringe.