Tuesday, December 23, 2008


When our daughter came into being, I had this inkling about my tough yet fulfilling responsibility ahead in view of babies’ animated nature. While on occasion I took charge on tending to our baby then, making her sleep was far the most demanding. Other than that, it was tolerably smooth. And easier it became when I discovered how our gas-guzzling vehicle then proved to be that of what will soundly lullaby her to sleep. Talking about cost-effective… effective however costly. Tough indeed! (Lol)

All the while, that was easy (except for the (fuel) outlay); then came our son. The excitement he feels every time we go for a ride seems to ascertain the difference between boys and girls. He prefers to stay awake or at least tries to. Reaching for and touching every button on the console panel seems to be more of his (boy’s) natural interest for anything technical than out of curiosity. Positioned behind the steering wheel, he yelps and mimics a moving car sound in glee presumably familiarizing himself as the next Michael Schumacher.

One is more like the subdued passenger who prefers Red Ribbon, the other appears to be the vibrant driver fond of Elmo

My daughter’s red SUV for a ‘baby rocker’ was conceivably a signification of her would-be means in living in comfort. Should my son become the next Schumacher, he’ll not just be wearing red but will be driving one as well. But if there’s one who’s rosy of what they’ll turn out to be regardless of their distinction, it’s me – sweating out blood so to speak in more than making both ends meet but hopefully make their dreams be bright as red.


suedonim16 said...

Hi there. Just dropping by to greet you and your family a Merry Christmas. And thanks for adding me in your blog roll. =)

Ane Fallarme said...

The next Michael Shumacher eh, hmmm, are you sure? It's a dangerous profession, I don't think I can handle seeing my boy in a dangerous situation...