To my Only Son
When you were born, I could not explain the joy I felt. You have made me and Dad the happiest people in the world that time. It was your first cry that led me to the realization that life is beautiful and I must live it to the fullest. it was your first smile that gave us utmost happiness, and it was your first pain that gave us the worst fear.
Now that you're 9, I have never felt so proud of myself for rearing you to be a good, industrious and handsome boy. Although there are times you disobey me, and you fail to make your assignments on time, I know those were times you test my patience. And it is but normal that kids like you give their moms some slight headache.
Now that you're 9, and some girls now call you on the phone, I just pray that the Lord make you a channel of His blessings to others. I just want you to shine to the best of your ability, not to make me and Dad happy but to make life easy for you when you grow up.
There's nothing more I can ask from you, but to continue to be good, and be responsible to your little sister. You both are the only jewels we have in our lives, and we can only live happily because God gave you to us.
Thank you for being such a good kid. I may be a mean mom at times, but I hope that soon, you will learn the lessons that come with my being one mean mom. They say moms shape their children to what they want them to be, but I just want you to know that when I give you some spanking, it's for shaping you and soon refining you in preparation for the future.
We may not have everything in life, but we have each other, and that's what matters most. I love you Kuya, Happy happy birthday!
PS. Continue collecting those ribbons, sweetheart, they make us proud stage parents.