Life's reflections

From yahoo - "Celebrating your child’s first year". For those who haven't read the article, here it is. The post was digested. I would want to share and concentrate with these paragraphs:

-It would be interesting. While it’s a given that the child would have all the attention on his special day, perhaps part of it could be spent giving props to the little one’s dearest. Here’s a hypothetical gift list to two people who have helped make my son’s first year in this world momentous and ultra special.

To my mother, a series of luxurious spa sessions — body scrubs, full body massage, the works! This is for all the aches and pains caused by carrying and chasing the little one. During the first few weeks after I gave birth, she would scoop the baby from my arms as soon as he nursed in the mornings. I would get my much-needed sleep while he interacted with his grandparents. When nursing time would come again, my Mom would wake me up from my deep slumber. I’d nurse the baby again, and then hand him over to my Mom for burping. Late-night feedings with the baby can really take a toll on a new mother’s mind and body, so I’m really thankful that my mother was there for me, among other things. Of course she’s not that young anymore, so more aches and pains strike her body. I hope all those luxurious spa sessions can ease the discomfort!


To my father, a shopping spree at his garden store/landscaping supplier/plants seller of choice. He is the gardener of the family, the only one who has a green thumb. He enjoys communing with nature, and started my son early on appreciating all the buds and greens in the garden. It’s my father who takes my son out on sun baths most often. Grandfather and grandchild get their daily dose of Vitamin D while slightly shaded by the trees and tall plants around the home. My father planted a mango tree in our backyard when my son was still an infant. It’s interesting to see how it grows along with my son. Taking care of plants is a frustration of mine, and I know I’m not equipped to teach my son how to care for them. I’m thankful my father is there to illuminate and educate my son, who I can see has a growing appreciation for the garden. It warms my heart knowing someday he and his grandfather will be building a garden together.