October 10, 2007
Aww... our baby's getting old
My nephew, Kirshan, turned 11 last Sunday. Can't believe it's been 11 years since I was cramming for my final exams during my senior year outside the delivery room while my sister was screaming her lungs out for this munchkin. He was placed unceremoniously on a desk at the nurses' station a few minutes later along with five or more newborns. Yup, public hospitals in the Philippines run like factory. I honestly was fearful that we'd end up bringing home the wrong baby. However, his mom's features were unmistakable.
Surrounded by adults all his life, I don't think Kirshan ever went through the baby talk phase. He's spoiled rotten on his dad's side of the family but we make sure we straighten him out when he's at our home. As soon as he'd see the belt, he knows it's all about business. More than just giving him his name, it's good to be part of someone's life in the formative years. I miss being the tutor, surrogate mom during PTA meetings, evil aunt when the situation calls for it, slave driver on household chores, and more than happy chaperone to the movies and video game arcades who occasionally indulges him on toys, ice cream and junk food.
