the little big man turned 9 years old last saturday.
i can only look at him in awe as i watched him play milo little olympics yesterday. he's grown so much is an understatement. he's physically grown. proven by the fact that whenever he sleeps beside me and he throws his legs and arms over me, i feel choked and helpless under his weight.
his taekwondo skills have way improved and his level of maturity in the game has drastically upped over the last couple of weeks. we saw how we beat his opponent in the first game through sudden death. his shot was so clear and precise, no biased referee can discount it. we saw how, in his second game, he fell two times and lost to that palarong pambansa champ and not shed a tear, his poker face undaunted, his will to win and pride in himself still in tact but maintaining humility in his stance.
emotionally, he still has a lot of growing to do. as a kuya (older brother) to his sister, we still have a lot to work on. we have a lot of time to do that. bottomline, despite their frequent quarrels, at the end of the day, they still know they love each other more than anything.
in school, he's improved a lot too. he's still talkative and all that, says what he wants and comments on everything. but he's a fast learner and once challenged, always strives to better himself.
it's maybe been a year since he told me he wanted his own cellphone. and eversince, the hubby and i always tell him that when he's responsible enough, by that we meant not losing his ballpens, his ID or getting dirt on his school uniform, that's the time when he gets that cellphone.
well, within the few weeks before his 9th birthday, he still lost a pen or two but not as much as before.
and that much coveted cellphone?