These kids right here are my precious gems. All my younger cousins, I treat like my child (almost), and all of them I got to take care of. Some of them are now in middle school, high school, and even college. These two little ones are in their preschool and grade school days. And all I wish for is not to miss one bit of it. Time is running hella fast, and I don’t want the next thing I’d know is them graduating, starting to detach away. I’m the eldest amongst us which means I got to treat them all like ~my precious~ (lol), which also means that as time goes by, I’d start to feel my heart suffocating, knowing that they’re growing up and will one day treat me as that Ate who you only talk to during holidays.
I also know that growing up is the worst part in life. The bed you climb into gets smaller, but the world somehow starts getting bigger–not in size, but in scope. When you’re a kid, you live in a little bubble. A bubble that as a kid, you probably thought stinks, not realizing the grown-up world stinks even more. It reeks. But it’s something we all have to go through, no matter how ugly it is compared to the little bubble.
With their mommy!
If I were to be a mom, I don’t think I’d be able to take to my gut the love I’d have for my child, and the pain I’d soon feel when they start to grow up. I feel it happening to my mom towards my sister and me. What I’d do is make a joke out of the situation and try to make her laugh instead. But I understand, though. I know it completely sucks, but what can we do, right? It’s life.