Be a child, life is easier.
My only boy Quentin recently celebrated his 6th birthday last October 16. Heto na, last day of classes yun and we weren’t allowed to celebrate in school that day due to school activities. I had no choice but to celebrate his birthday three days earlier than the last day of regular classes.
Panic: Stresss! Kailangan daw ng invitations according sa yaya.
Huh? Ang demanding ng mga batang ito. Hindi pa sila puwede sa text pass na lang. Kahit inform na lang sila?
“Ay mam, baka hindi po sila magdala ng regalo para kay Quentin?”
“Sabagay, kahit pencil lang naman, masaya na ang bata. Important meron siyang binubuksan. Importante meron siyang party sa school with classmates. Para malaman niya na birthday niya,” ang singit comment ni Granny.
Heto na ako. Ayoko ng mga ready-made na invites. Gusto ko medyo special. Para naman iba. I tried to do a personalized invite for Q. It took me two long nights trying to lay out a Mickey mouse personal invite for Q. Stresss! Hirap pala! Kaya naman pala, nagbabayad sa mga expert na nag-layout kasi it really takes so much time, effort, and patience for someone like me who’s doing this for the first time. I usually ask friends to do this for me. Pero ngayon, crunch time, dyahe!
Yippee! Nakatapos ako. Pina-print sa Kodak! Halos tumambling ako sa tuwa nang nakita ni Quentin yung invite at sinabi niya. “Wow! It’s Mickey Mouse and me!” Yes, it’s Mickey Mouse and you, and mom’s labor of love.
Tawag agad sa Fernando’s bakery. Order ako ng two cakes. 1 Mickey Mouse cake for school and 1 Pocoyo-inspired cake on the day of his birthday. Wala lang. Para sa birthday niya, meron naman siyang cake. I called my friend Jmee, from party links to help me out with the loot bags, party favors, balloons, standee, etc. Basta ang point, kailangan si Mickey Mouse, ka-join sa party. Salamat talaga kay Walt Disney sa ligayang dinudulot ni Mickey sa bagets. Pinapili ko na nga ang anak ko kung mom or Mickey. Nakakaloka kasi parang nahirapan talaga siyang mamili. Hindi ko na inalam ang sagot at baka masaktan ako.
Tuesday: Stress! Umaga pa lang, aligaga na ang lahat sa bahay. Quentin telling everyone, “It’s my early happy birthday to me.”
It was a simple celebration. Q gave away Mickey Mouse director’s chair, balloons, and hats. We brought Jollibee burgers, spaghetti and barbecue. Sarap ng barbecue na inorder ni granny sa may Road 8, kila Gongon. Ang sarap ng sauce sa halagang 15 pesos each.
I was amazed by the reaction of the kids after seeing the two Mickey Mouse standees. I was gladly surprised when the teachers said, “Ganda naman ng invitations ni Q, kasi personalized.” Kung alam lang nila…
We all sang the happy birthday song. Q blew his Mickey Mouse cake then eating time. After a while, kids were asked to fall in line for the loot bags or director’s chairs.
I heard Q call the names of each of his classmates. I was shocked that he knows all their names. He loves all his classmates…dearly loves them that the teacher told me whenever a student is crying, Q would be the first to console him/ her. He will offer a tissue, pat their backs or say, “stop na.” My boy has social skills.
The school party was simple. Q went home happy. Q kept thanking everyone in school.
Everyday since Tuesday celebration became his birthday until today. Why? Friday came and it was his real birthday. He went to school early for their school presentation. He was such a winner. He obediently held the flag for the national anthem. He wore his costume. He danced. He enjoyed every minute of his stage appearance. He was such a trooper.
He knew it was his birthday and parang ok lang naman siya, steady lang. I had a shoot that day. Stress! I was calling to check on Q’s whereabouts. He spent his day sliding in McDonald’s. Kamusta naman siya? Happy naman siya. My shoot finished early. Just in time for me to see his reaction upon seeing his Pocoyo Birthday cake. “Wow, Pocoyo! Wow! Pato and Eli! Pocoyo! Happy Birthday to me!” exclaimed Quentin. He was really very, very, very happy. Indeed, ang ganda naman talaga ng cake. Sobra!
Kung sino man ang gumawa kay Pocoyo, thank you. Kung gaano naman ka-in love ang anak ko kay Pocoyo, marami ang hindi sa kanya nakakilala. Kaloka! Care ko kung di niyo kilala si Pocoyo. Pero ang anak ko napapa-indak ni Pocoyo nang todo.
Friday, 9:00 pm: Mom told me, “Ipag-party natin si Quentin bukas, kahit konting bata lang. Sayang naman ang cake niya. Ikaw nga noon bata ka, ang liit ng cake mo tuwing birthday mo. Pinapatong ko lang sa kahon para tumaas. Saka ako nag-iimbita ng maraming bata para sa cake-blowing.”
Saturday instant party: Stresssssssssss! I texted mostly neighbors, para di naman dyahe kasi biglaan. People came with their kids. Instant food. Instant loot bags. We were thinking of games which would entertain the kids. Pero di naman pala kailangan ng games. Patok ang bola at isang slide sa lahat ng bata.
We were watching Quentin as he played and mingled. “Alam niya talaga na birthday niya. Kahit cake blowing, very cooperative siya.” Granny said
As I was watching the Quentin, I felt so blessed. Finally, my son is enjoying his party. This is the first time I’ve seen him really having so much fun. Naiintindihan na niya ang concept ng party and play. At naiintindihan na slightly siya. Kahit siguro hotdog lang ang i-serve ko, okay lang. Tawa ng tawa si Quentin…Parang ang dali naman pala ng trip nila. Hindi naman kailangan yung mga complicated and bonggang celebration. Kaya simple, kaya masaya, kasi bata, e.
Last October 17, I realized that a heart of a child is what we all need to make our lives easier. A heart of a child is easy to please, and appreciates the given. I’ve been stressed out recently because I’ve forgotten to use the child in me.