Come join us in our nesting place.

We were on our way home last Saturday, when a PUJ, from the right side moved so fast it was already flying towards our direction. As the tires of the jeepney screeched, I had anticipated to hear the sound of metal crashing against metal next. But there was none.

It was a narrow escape. The jeepney had stopped a hair’s breadth before it could hit us. But had it not stopped the exact instant that it did, it would have crashed to the passenger area where my son and mother sat. The thought makes me shudder.

I do not really want to write that I was too horrified, shaken that I had a Neanderthal moment that day. When my father stopped the car, I opened the door, stuck my head out and yelled - the very first time I did to a stranger. It was a short angry outburst. No cussing, no swearing. But very un-Christianlike all the same. I wish I could have been more calmer.

Anyway, I’m really not over that incident yet but I’m just thankful that we were all spared from harm. I just couldn’t be more thankful to God for protecting us.

I’m hugging you now. Maybe holding on should really be the word. I know you could sleep without me carrying you in my arms and rocking you gently. But. Let me do this now. Let me do this for those times I wasn’t able to do this.

As you lay here in my arms, sleeping -and me, trying to maintain my balance, I cannot believe that there were times when I had wished that you could go to sleep on your own. I will not deny of those times I had longed for the moment to come when all I have to do is put you on bed.

It has come. Now is that time. And just when I have what I longed for, sadly, I keep on wishing to turn back the hands of time to when we can both go to sleep, tummy to tummy, chest to chest. Time to when I can feel the beats of your heart synchronizing with mine.

You are growing up so fast so let me just hold you now - before you leap to teen-dom with a blink of an eye.