First of Two Parts
By Marivir Montebon
I could still remember some silly thoughts I had when I was a child – and it makes me laugh.
Maybe I was four years old when I asked my mother while she was dressing me up if my guardian angel wore panties. Mom smiled broadly, I recalled, almost about to laugh, and nodded yes. Then I pushed on – what color, mommy?
She again smiled as she continued to dress me up and immediately said, just like the color of the panties you’re wearing. From that day on, I imagined that my guardian angel wore the same color and kind of panties that I wore. I thought that was really nice.
You see, the words parents speak are a child’s gospel truth.
On another occasion, my mother told me that my nursery class teacher remarked that I was small but terrible. She said it gleefully but I actually didn’t understand what it meant.
My innocent mind with a limited vocabulary at age 4 processed those three words – small but terrible into small battery ball. I couldn’t for the love of me understand why my teacher would call me a ‘small battery ball.’ But I quietly accepted it as it is.
Like the earlier notion of guardian angels wearing the same panties as mine, I took my teacher’s description of me as a gospel truth that came from my mom.
It was only through the unfolding of the years that I realized that I did ask funny questions as a child.
When I became a mom, I too was confronted with wise and funny questions from my daughter Leani Alnica who we fondly called Nikki. There was that inevitable question of her existence, and easily I used the proverbial bees and birds and flowers. But as she grew, Nikki’s queries became tougher for she was a much more voracious reader than I was and she’s been exposed to the digital media since birth.
There was one incident that got me into deep trouble and made me realize how difficult it was to be a parent. # (To be continued; Featured photo – This writer at two years old with dad and mom Joy at the beach.)