And I said, "Lord, just give me enough time to serve my mom." The supplicated words used to be my prayer. "After her, I am ready to go." With no dreams to call my own, no plans in sight, my lifetime will be about taking care of my mother. Nothing more.
Then Baby Lenin was born.
It was never my desire to be his ninong, but protocols of the blood calls for higher purpose. My utol clarified a few days ago that I will be the kid's Godfather. Ayos lang, I've been self-styling myself as Baby Lenin's "stage uncle." since the day he was born.
The infant was introduced to the Christian world on a breezy Sunday afternoon. The in-laws hosted the party in Cavite, which took place a day before my brother-in-law's birthday. Much as we would like to stay until evening, the car, which the favorite aunt allowed us to use had to be returned before 7. Besides, I had to go to work that night.
Plans are being drawn now that I am my nephew's godfather. But with the responsibilities already given to me, the sky is the limit.
Perhaps it is time to ask for an extension.
Perhaps it is time to ask for an extension.
Hope I could learn to drive so maybe I could buy a new car before Lenin turns five. I will spirit him from his parents so he could spend the entire day at Toy Kingdom. I will teach him how to pray. He will know a creator. Values that were passed to me, will be passed on to him. He will learn how to save money, how to be practical with his expenses, how to love, without asking too much in return. He will learn the value of loyalty and holding on to his words. His creativity will be much praised, and despite not excelling in school, his strengths will be amplified. He will listen to classics, watch anime, and read books. Promise, I will not turn him to be a mini-me, but in the spirit of passing over the best of our family traditions, he will learn much.And as long as this blog stays online, Lenin will be part of my online world.