The weather in Singapore has been overcast for weeks with intermittent rains and thunderstorms. Last Wednesday, August 22, the sun had a shy performance and gave us more reason to head for the beach at Sentosa. Perhaps it was nature’s way of conspiring to make a boy feel special. It was my son’s sixth birthday.
Six years and he is still surprised and giddy every time Mommy and Ate would show him this early morning balloon surprise.
My Enzo is a precocious kid who took on reading even before reaching the age of four; knows his musical instruments by heart; has interesting perspectives on whatever he draws; has perfect spelling quizzes; can seriously navigate Google Earth to “travel” to places he read from the books… a typical pre-schooler whose hearty laugh echoes from the pool area; plays rough games with his friends and has an early love affair with airplanes and big trucks.
Not bad for someone who had been gravely ill from the moment he came out of this world. The doctors said his chance for survival was slim and if he did survive, he will not be able to walk, talk, see, and hear. That whatever may change their heart-breaking prognosis is beyond the reaches of medicine.
Each time August 22 comes I am reminded of how my son fought hard to have his place in the world. It was a long battle and an experience that showed me the beauty and strength of the human spirit... what real blessings my family and true friends have been... and the profoundness of an answered prayer.
My little gentleman
We do have our little fights. Enzo can be picky with his food… forgets to return all the toys, books, drawing pads and coloring stuff to their places… can have a tantrum. Yet, he is more than perfect for me. At the end of each day, we hug and say our earnest thanks to the One who brought us together, whatever the weather may be.
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