Last week was a tad bit hectic because I had two “almost pamangkins” visiting for four days. (I know, too short a stay.) I say “almost” pamangkins because although we are not related by blood, their Mom and I have known each other for ages now, and if we had a choice as to who we can call “relatives”, I’d pick them.
I’ve know Phoebe since she was a baby and although I didn’t get to spend as much time with Keoni since he was born two years before I moved to New York from Manila, I have seen him grow through my visits to Manila every now and then.
They have indeed grown.. !
When I see these kids no longer waddling along like they did as toddlers, I feel “dated”. I can’t help but come to terms with the reality of how I have advanced on in years as I see how much they have grown.
Phoebe is now a young lady — and Keoni, while I had somehow stuck in my head was 15, is actually a 5’5″ 12 year old. (I might even be selling him short..) I had wanted to spend more time with them but the schedule and circumstances just didn’t allow it. I remember her as a chubby cherub-like little girl — and now she is a young lady with a boyfriend in tow and who, despite whatever contrary impressions others may have, has grown with such grace and wisdom. I do not fault her for her shortcomings or mistakes, because it is through making mistakes that we learn.
Yet in my heart I will always hold her as that young little doll, no matter if that time should come when I see her walking the aisle. Not yet, I begged. (Looking up to the heavens in prayer!) I remember her through the years and continue to marvel at how time has flown. I look at Keoni, still a child at heart, but growing up to be quite a young man. They are their mother’s treasure — and they will always be my children in a different way, but always special in my heart.