mommy: ico, please give back mommy’s phone. i need to go now.
ico: *throws the phone all the way down from the second floor*
mommy picks up her jaw, and her bruised phone.
to my darling little boy,
i just blinked and suddenly, i have a squirming and shrieking two-year old who might be my only child to undergo the terrible two phase. you throwing my phone a day ago would seem like the perfect revenge after mommy keeps leaving you at home every day, while ate and kuya happily go along with her. but baby, ate and kuya go to school. and mommy has to drive them there. pretty soon it would be your turn, but i kinda want time to stop for a while because you know, time is just moving on so fast.
i cannot get over the sheer joy on your face when you saw your birthday cake, and how you sang the banana song afterwards. you, my ico mambo, is such a clown. hard to believe that an hour ago, you were ready to bite off the head of anyone.
i worry that i may have spoiled you too much. i see you wanting a toy being played with by your ate or kuya and you just grab it because you can. if they won’t give it to you, you shout and cry your lungs out until mommy comes to the rescue, taking the toy away from your older sibling and scolding them about being the bigger person because they are older than you are. i have a feeling i will regret this when you get older so i am telling you this right now, this has to stop. i won’t give in to your tantrums anymore.
i love how you fiercely cling to my arm as soon as you feel that mommy’s home and ready to sleep beside you. i love how you hug me so tight every night, and give me that grateful smile every time you finish a bottle of milk at 1:00 am. it’s these little things, you see, which melt mommy’s heart and makes her promise you the moon and the stars. you are such a typical bunso.
coycoy, i wish you never stop singing and dancing and being silly. that your eyes would hold the same wonder, the same amusement, the same curiosity whenever you encounter something new, however little they may be. that you’ll never forget how you hold mommy’s heart in your tiny little hands, and that you are never supposed to use that against me. happy second birthday, ico mambo!