A Day In The Life Of RJ

My Son is No Longer a Baby: Starts Nursery This School Year

Written on June 12, 2008 – 9:16 PM | by rjmarmol

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Time really flies, whether you’re having fun or not. My son, who’s now 3.5 years old began school last Tuesday, June 10th. I have been taking him to school everyday and I stay there for 2.5 hours.

It brings me sheer joy to watch him grow up as an adorable little boy, slowly learning how to do things on his own.

His teachers have told me how participative he’s been in class and his confidence to speak in front of a lot of people amazes me. He probably got that from me, as I never hesitate to volunteer in class, speak in front of a crowd and raise my hand in enthusiasm whenever my teacher throws a question I feel I know the answer to.

Emilio “Io” with his cousin Nini

My son is growing up to be all I wanted him to be and more. He socializes with people, smiles all the time and is gracious with praise. He listens intently to his teacher and his inquisitive nature shows how eager he is to learn new things.

He has a way with girls as well.. hahaha.. must have gotten it from his father. Maybe he just looks cute to them or maybe he’s just too adorable and charming to miss. Whatever it is, it is both flattering and a bit alarming..hahaha.. I guess I’m so afraid with the reality that one day, one or two girls will melt his heart, make him fall in love and leave us to live a life of his own. That’s way ahead into the future, I know, but the mere thought of it breaks my heart as early as now. He is the sweetest boy in the world, one hug and one kiss melts my heart so fast that I tell myself, I must have done something good to deserve such a wonderful boy.

My son starts Nursery today. Next year, Kinder.. the following years, highschool and college. Yes, that’s way ahead into the future. But right now, I’m just happy that he’s here with me, that I see him grow each day, learning to trace broken lines, coloring pictures and making sure his crayon strokes don’t cross the lines, dancing in a rhythm all his own and raising his hand enthusiastically with every question thrown..

If there’s anything that puts meaning into my existence in this world, it is my son.

It’s ironic that someone so little, so fragile, and so helpless could be a source of strength. Of all that I’ve done in this world, he is probably the only one that I’m totally sure is so right. And I’d live my life the same way all over again just so I can have my Emilio, my little boy, whose big heart has enough love to last me a lifetime and beyond.