Looking at photographs of annual events makes me more reflective on how time flies so fast. On my son’s photos taken from their preschool’s celebration of Linggo Ng Wika every August, it’s so apparent how he has grown from a cute and chubby boy to a charming little man now.
On August 2008, Gabby who was then a Nursery pupil, was a little Katipunero in their parade.
A year later in his Kindergarten, he appeared like a very young statesman, so dapper in his Barong Tagalog; charming, isn’t he?
And just last week, Tina emailed me the photo that showed how she became resourceful and creatively made used of our old table runners from Baguio City and bought some rooster feathers just to transform Gabby to look like someone from the Northern Philippines.
Our son was assigned by his preschool teacher to be the “apo” or looked like a “mumbaki” to me, as the entire Preparatory level was dressed to represent the northern tribes… Gabby led his group in dancing the lullaby chant of the natives, Salidumay.
For 3 years since he started schooling, this was my very first time to be absent in his activities.
There goes the little sacrifice of an OFW dad.