When I was a child, I remember being so carefree. I’d climb trees, steal Daddy’s bike and ride it around the neighborhood and hit the highway, play street games endlessly and spent most of the day with my “kababata”. There are cuts and bruises that left scars on my arms and legs, all of which reminds me of all the laughter and tears I had when I was a child.
Now that I am a mother of two, I hate to say I am such a pessimist momma. I’d always think of the worst thing to happen. I don’t want Ella to go out and play with other kids for fear that she might get hurt. I wish she could experience all the joy of childhood….to fly a kite, to swim in the river, to climb trees and do things that kids normally do….but I just can’t let her because to me she is still my baybee.
This morning when she kissed me goodbye before leaving for the VBS, I was worrying that something bad might happen so despite her protest that daddy is going to drop her there (she wanted to go with the other kids), I was glad to see her after almost four hours – smiling, with tons of stories to tell and most especially with complete limbs. I know she’s still too young to climb trees….but I hope when the right time comes I will be the optimistic momma that a strong-willed daughter needs.
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