This year is all about turning the pages and getting ready for another chapter of you.
I remember your first day in Grade 4. You were so positive and excited, setting your goals so clearly and telling yourself that you can achieve them. You were once again elected as class president, something that made me happy because even though you’re not the super friendly type, your classmates know that you are responsible and firm when needed.
I remember this year as the year I allowed you to use your iPad, with the condition that it would only be for chatting and calling your bestie Oona and playing games with no private chats involved. I was hesitant at first because you were almost gadget-free for the past eight years. But I remember choosing to trust you and allowing you to self-regulate, something you need as you grow-up.
I remember seeing you so happy and giddy, sharing stories with your friend on days when classes were cancelled or shifted online because of storms and typhoons. I can clearly remember how your eyes lit up when you giggled and laughed so hard.
I remember observing if it was the same when the two of you were together offline, and I am happy to say that it was. I remember bringing you two out on dates multiple times this year and just watching the two of you enjoy each other’s company.
I remember hanging out with our dear friends almost every two weeks this past year. I hope it showed you that friendships can go beyond school and that making time for people we love is important.
I remember starting corporate work again after almost a decade, only to quit because it required me to be onsite on days when you needed me at home. Without question, I left and stood firm in my decision that you and Daddy come first.
I remember this year when I did not have regular work and it made me question my choices more than once. On days when I pity myself, I look at you and suddenly my worries go away. You will always hug me and thank me for raising you. I remember your Daddy assuring me every single time that I should not worry about not having work.
I remember this year when you had your piano and voice recital. More than the performance, it was the process and the lessons that stayed with you. You were disappointed not because you were off-key or you made a slight mistake, but because you knew you could have practiced more. I think that taught you that effort and hard work bring results.
I remember this year when you were chosen to join quiz bees and contests. I may not have shown it, but every time you competed, my heart raced nonstop. Of course I always wanted you to win, but deep inside, what I really hoped for was that you would learn. Learn that wins bring confidence, and losses build character. Both are equally important in shaping you as a person. I was just so happy that you got to experience both winning and losing.
I remember you joining the student publication club. Your works were published, your efforts recognized. You also got to attend a journalism summit outside school, which I honestly think is pretty cool.
I remember how happy you were when Jeorgia was born. You finally had your own cousin, and as she grows up, I can see how much happier you become whenever you play with her.
I remember us fighting more often this year, especially on days when I could not manage my own triggers. You are definitely much braver now when it comes to standing up for yourself. Something I admire and dread at the same time.
I remember hormones taking over on some days. You really are entering the next phase. You were always hungry, sometimes grumpy. You have grown so much this year that your baby features are slowly starting to fade.
I remember our winter trip to Japan. It was truly a memorable one as we experienced snow for the first time. It felt so surreal to finally play with snow. But more than that, it’s magical experiencing many things as a family, especially those we did not have growing up.
We realized how much Japan has truly captured us that Daddy booked another trip for spring. It was such magic seeing you so happy. I cannot thank your Daddy enough for allowing us to experience things like this.
I remember your Grandma’s 60th birthday. You said she looked really beautiful.
I remember supporting your BFF in her singing contest. Last year, you competed with her. This year, you clapped from the sidelines.
I remember you finishing the school year with your primary goal achieved: getting the Highest Honors award. We were beaming with pride because we knew that’s what you wanted, and we knew you did everything you could to attain it. What made it even special was that you were the only recipient of that award. You are truly a bright child, bias aside.
I remember us going on a 3D2N camping trip right after recognition day, the perfect way to celebrate the end of the school year. We were with our treasured friends and every hour was spent playing, laughing, and eating.
I remember our spring trip and how we explored the other side of Japan. Traveling with you and Daddy is such a joy. We got to eat, walk a lot, shop, ride the Shinkansen, and simply admire the beauty of spring. It was also a great time spent with your Ninang Nica and Ninong Alvin—two people I can entrust you to. Mind you, there are not many people I would trust you with. 🙂
I remember how happy pigeons made you. Oh how we intentionally looked for pigeons anywhere we go just so you will be happy.
I remember us going to Boracay with friends for the first time. Another fun and memorable experience because traveling with just us three is nice, but having good company is even better. So happy it happened on Mother’s Day. It made me appreciate motherhood even more.
I remember so many beautiful things this past year, and I am sure you will keep them in your heart too.
Today, as I write this, I can’t believe I am at a loss for words. A day before your birthday, and all I can think about are the days we spent together these past ten years.
Time did go by so fast.
So fast that I can still hear your baby giggles. I can still feel your tight little hugs. I remember the different versions of you, but I also remember the different versions of me trying to raise the different stages of you.
I don’t think I could ever have the perfect words to describe how I am feeling now that you are ten.
Anak, happiest birthday to you.
The next few months will be a mix of changes and challenges, and not much on the familiar side. But Mommy and Daddy will always be here, watching you, supporting you, and holding your hand when needed.
Go and enjoy this next stage of your life.
I am excited to meet the tween version of you.
We love you very much.
