Proud Mommy Moment in Church
A man in his early 20′s was pushing his grandmother’s wheelchair. This was around 6:05AM.
Me to Aki (whispering): Aki, say hello to the lola.
Aki (in a loud door-t0-door salesman tone with matching wave): GOOD MORNING PO!
The old lady waved back and gave the biggest smile.
Me (with tears in my eyes because I am OA that way) to Franco: Nakita mo ba yun lola?
Franco: Oo. Aki made her day.
Promise. Aki’s good morning greeting was so perky and the lola’s smile was so big, it felt like our whole area suddenly lit up.
Aki to the baby of a beggar in church: Hello cute cute baby!
Aki is not allowed to play when we are in church. One reason why we like to attend the 6AM mass is that there aren’t a lot of other kids who make Aki want to stand up and play. Aki however is allowed to play peekaboo with babies from a far.
Aki has been playing peek-a-boo with a baby girl who was about 3 or 4 meters away.
Me: Sige, you can say hello to the baby but don’t touch her.
Aki stood up and went to the baby and her daddy. He went back to our bench after about 2 minutes talking to the dad.
Later, on our way to communion, we passed by the baby.
Me to the dad: Anong pong pangalan niya? (What is her name?)
Me: Aah. Kala po kase ng anak ko, Fishnut eh.
Same man with the baby after sitting beside us: …. son is very friendly.
I did not hear the first part of his sentence
Me: Kaya po dito kami umuupo (That is why we sit here)
I thought he was referring to the sun…
Franco: Yes, it is all because of the mom.
Man with the baby: You can see that he is very confident. You know, he will make a good ambassador someday.
Me (blushing): Thanks po.
And that statement, from this very nice stranger, made my day. Scratch that. It made my week! I love it when strangers smile back at me. I love it when people I don’t know strike up a conversation. But getting a compliment, the type that makes you imagine your future 20 years from now, is just amazing!
Proud Mommy Moment in Booksale
We were in Booksale yesterday. Franco and I were in the coffeetable and cookbook section. Aki was at the children’s book section. We did not keep a close eye on him because we could hear him from where we were and he just kept talking and talking and talking..
What is your name?
What is the name of your sister?
I have a classmate Enzo he blah blah blah
You go to Don Bosco?! Wow!
You know the other other other other day, I saw a blah blah blah
At first, he was talking to a 7 year old boy named Carlos. I did not notice when Carlo and his family left. When I looked around, Aki was already chatting and laughing with the saleslady. He also tried talking to a street child who was browsing thru the books but the other child was not in the mood to talk or maybe he just did not understand because Aki talked really fast.
After paying, we left our new books with the cashier and promised to be back later. Aki said goodbye to his Ate Juvy, the saleslady.
While I was buying some pasalubong in the grocery for my UK-based cousins (off topic question. What do you buy for your relatives based abroad? I bought them Lala ube pastillas, ChocNut and Boy Bawang), a promodizer gave Aki a balloon. Franco asked Aki to give the balloon to another girl. Aki said no. He said he wants to give the balloon to me. When I told Aki that it was so sweet of him to remember me but no thanks because I don’t play with balloons, he said he will just keep it. When we went back to Booksale to get our books, Aki pulled my sleeve and whispered, “Can I give the balloon to Ate?”. Of course, I said yes.
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