Let me make this as spontaneous as can be, because…well, I think I blog better that way. So…

Ziki is growing so fast! Just a few months back, he was this fragile little baby and now he kicks and flails his arms with such gusto that at one time he smacked me hard right in the face. He’s also quite advanced, IMHO, for his age. When he was just 2 months, he can actually stand on his feet and walk with assistance. Quite strong bones, this one! He knows how to watch TV and voice out his reaction with his coos and babbles. I also noticed that Ziki knows how to reason now. When he doesn’t get what he wants right away, i.e. preferred sleeping position, milk, how he is carried, he cries with so much force as if scolding me. Our pastor and Victory group leader said one time over dinner that he knew right away that Ziki is a strong-willed child when he first held him in the hospital. But I love this milestone he’s in now because he interacts with us more actively. It also adds that he isn’t too delicate to handle like when he was younger, so now I can literally squeeze him and gigil kiss him.

It really is important to document a baby’s development. Everyday I find new things to praise the Lord for by just looking after my son. It amazes me how God created human beings and how they start in life. I tried to document in writing Ziki’s development from Day One. But somewhere between his second week I lost track. Good thing we also documented it in photos. Hubby diligently reminds me everyday to take at least one photo of our son. When I look back at those photos, my gut churns and my eyes well up seeing how Ziki grows. This reminds me daily, especially when I get too exhausted and cranky from taking care of him, that this phase will pass by so quickly and I have to savor every moment of it while it’s still here.

He’s three months and one week now and it still surprises me how he’s grown. Many of his tops are like muscle shirts on him and he’s outgrown almost half of his wardrobe. Just last night, I was quite disappointed that the unworn sleeper my mom gave doesn’t fit him anymore! I have to remind myself to get one size bigger when I shop for Ziki’s clothes.

On motherhood, I can safely safe I’m more confident now. With guidance from the Bible, our parents, spiritual mentors, pediatrician and intelligent research on the intarwebz, I believe it has given me more assurance that I can do a good job at mothering. Because really, taking care of a child can make one anxious, frustrated and some even depressed. And honestly at some point I have felt that, sometimes longer than I should. But thank God because he gives me peace in my heart whenever I’m under those attacks, and he comforts me that he will walk me through every step of the way.

It is such a humbling experience, this motherhood. As I grow in it, I understand more and more how amazing God is as our Father. Because He is who He says He is, then I believe that I can never go wrong in raising my little man as long as I stay close to Him. And everyday I enjoy witnessing my child thrive and explore this world that he is in now.  For every turn over, every grasp, every smile, every touch, every giggle, every step, every kick that Ziki does, my existence in this world is validated and I feel truly accomplished every time.