The Baby Ball is Not a Baby Anymore

The Baby Ball just turned three. It’s been a whirlwind… but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He was a healthy and super malikot baby, even when he was still getting ready in my tummy. Unlike the Princess who came via emergency cesarean section after 16 (yes, six-freakin’-teen!) hours of labor, my Baby Ball came calmly on a well-prepared Easter morning.

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My Baby Ball and Me. My birthing story post here.
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The Baby Ball and the Hubby. My boys.
The Baby Ball has also always been very matakaw, which was good because I was able to produce more milk than I had with the Princess. My breastfeeding series here.

And how best to describe my three year old? I’ll let these pictures do the talking.

Playing with his favorite dinosaurs. He likes lining them up.
Making the pillars sound in Boni High Street
Saying the names of the veggies and fruits at Kidzoona
Enjoying the fountains at Molito Complex
Playing with Teddy, his favorite dog.
Running after a baby turkey at Kimberly Hotel Farm.
Taking a break after running around the atrium at Evia Lifestyle Center

Playing with Ate at a wedding
Dancing around after his birthday party in summer school

Falling asleep at his birthday party at TGIFriday’s in Evia
(Sidebar: More on the Baby Ball’s party in summer school with his classmates here, and also our family celebration at TGIFriday’s in Evia here.)

Three. Three years old na ang Baby Ball ko. Three years of learning (and sometimes unlearning!) how to be a parent to this unique but amazing individual.  Three years with countless moments of absolute bewilderment on why what I did with the Princess did not seem to work at all with the Baby Ball.  Three years of not having too much space on my bed since the Princess and the Baby Ball always want to fall asleep next to me (they transfer to my bed when they wake up and I’m not beside them). Three years of juggling my work engagements, trying to get things done around the house, and hustling all four of us to wherever we need to be.  Three years of trying to be caring, supportive, and affectionate, while sometimes needing to also be strict and unyielding because hey, that’s what moms and wives are for.

But I also realize: three years of the blessing of being the mom of these two wonderful little human beings, of the privilege to raise and care for two kids with the most amazing and supportive husband ever, and of our  little family just being able to share the ups, downs, and in-betweens of life in our small corner of this world.

I have so many thoughts, and so many prayers of thanks and of petition I can think of right now for my son. Let me share a few of these prayers here.

I will always pray for health, protection, and love for you.

I pray you realize the absolutely awesome kind of husband, father, son, brother, boss, co-worker and friend your father is. And that while you grow up to be your father’s son, you will still be your own man.

I pray you grow close to God, and that you know that in Him you will find strength, peace, and acceptance to get you through whatever challenges you will face.

I pray you will value family as one of the most important things you can have in the world, and that you show it.

I pray you grow up to be the kind of man who treats women and really, everyone, with respect.

I pray that you are able to pick yourself up from your mistakes, and do better after each time.

I pray that you be kind and strong and good, and that you always see the beauty and blessing in life.

I pray that you and your sister take care of each other, be the best kind of family for each other, and stay close even when your father and I pass on.

To end this post, let me borrow these lines from a song:

“We were as one babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine.

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling ’cause you’ll always be my baby.”

Happy Birthday, son. Remember:  I’m the girl who loved you before anyone else did, and I’ll no matter where life takes you, I will always be your first love. ❤️


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