So we're going sentimental this week :-). Here are a few of my sentimental moments. This was when I moved in to an apartment after my split. Stuff littered the room. That's how that marriage remnant landed on top of the chair. Cj was going to sing with other kids in church when I snapped this shot.
At first I didn't notice the sign he made on his right hand. It's the I love You sign. I'm sure it's just coincidence he flashed that sign when the camera clicked because I didn't teach him anything about signs yet, but I felt warm inside when I discovered it. With the direction he's pointing it at, it's like he's teasing either the portrait or it's just sentimental me.
Cj does not draw anything workable. He just makes lines and circles on paper most of the time. So my delight reaches the 7th heaven when one day he shows me his very first drawing of me and himself.
I don't freaking care that I look like E.T or that I have no hair, nor body at all. At least there are feet, albeit two left feet. I did guide his hand to write the caption. If I may be boldly sentimental - I'd say to me it's a masterpiece.
And this is during his 3rd birthday. There's something about kids not yet able to blow their birthday candle and the mom gets to blow it instead. It's fun, it's heart-warming; it practically erases wrinkles.
P.S. His dad showed up in the middle of the party to foot the bill. Whatever that meant, I enjoyed heading the emotions department immensely.
Happy Mommy Moments, Mommies!
A Duet When I was about 8 years old, I sang Something's Happened to Daddy in church. My father was not a church-goer so the guy I sang with was my mother's friend's husband. Papa keeps coming to my mind these days. January is the month he was felled by a massive coronary. Next week on the 14th is the anniversary of his death. The only times he ever set foot in church were during weddings and funerals of family and friends. I remember him being present in church eagerly when I was a flower girl at an aunt's wedding. Finally he entered church one more time. At his own funeral. I made sure church was the very place he went to before the cemetery. I only wished he was the one I sang with. Amy hosts head over to Signs, Miracles and Wonders for more music or to join ************************************ Guns n' Roses and the Hunchback of Abella My childhood was what can most likely be called normal. There was a balance of happy and sad memories. Today's
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many sentimental moments here!!!
i love the drawing! Keep it or scan it so you can show it to him when he grows up. I can see that at a very young age, he knows that it's you and him na lang, it's just so sweet Hazel. Very touching!
Thanks for sharing
I loved those drawings too.
Lovely pics especially the first one, whatever it meant, he still cute =)