This is Arcelih and she’s so cute.
I thought I should say that first. This picture makes me wonder why God designed our minds not to retain the memories we had when we were still babies. I’m trying to imagine how it feels to be so little and unable to speak. It must be frustrating at times. And I’m also thinking about making the first few attempts to walk unaided by my parents. Would I have been nervous or just plain excited to see people around me cheering and animated as if they’ve seen a spectacular show and I was the star? One thing I find so strange is that they seem to be in a totally different world that’s so unfamiliar to me even if I’ve been there before.
While composing this post I’m recreating a scene twenty five years ago when I was still a few months old. Closing my eyes as my mind time travels, I can feel that I wasn’t afraid. I can see my tiny little fingers making a grip unto my mother’s thumb. Her eyes speak a subtle language of joy and awe. It’s like a dream especially when she smiles when I smile. She looks tired and it’s dark outside but she doesn’t seem to mind. She makes me feel that she’s always there for me and she’s going to figure out what is going on when my face get’s tensed and become wet with something salty coming from my eyes. Then I see my father. So gently, he says something to my mother and then he picks me up. Then I close my eyes again, knowing deep inside my heart that I am safe and loved.
Even if I don’t have any idea what really took place during that time I am sure of this: my parents looked after me so well and loved me unconditionally.
And I thank the Lord for giving me those two coolest people in my world.
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