I've always thought that I'm never good with children (and by 'children,' I mean aged 0-7 years; I kind of consider 8-year old's already manageable, or maybe that's just because '8' is supposed to be a lucky number...labo :p ). Oh well, I thought that until Miles was born and became part of the family, and I was named (fairy) godmother.
One-year old Miles. Photo by my brother.
Miles turned one year old just last month and I flew to Singapore to join in the celebration. The first time we met I brought the teddy booties I made for him, which he wore on his baptism. He was still soo tiny and too adorable and I'd watch him, with his back glued on the bed, while he fluttered his small arms up in the air and held on tightly to my hair (oh my, was he strong!). He would smile from time to time and survey in silence all the hazy images around him.
This year, I was ecstatic to see him again and to sew his Super Mario costume for his first birthday. I was so busy with work, I would squeeze in a few hours I could get during the weekend to finish it. In Plaza Singapura, there's this store called Spotlight, which I fell in love with instantly, where I purchased felt fabric for the last-minute Super Mario hat I sew by hand to complete the costume.
Miles never liked the feeling of something on his head so he would grab the hat, look at it, and throw it on the floor. He was sooo cute, it was both a difficult and fun feat to try it on him to see if it fits. Come his birthday, we had to hold his hands during picture-taking just so we could take a photo of him in the full Super Mario costume.
Photobooth picture with Mommy and Daddy (my brother).
Baby's day out.
Years from now, Miles and all of us are going to look back on his very first birthday, and he would hear about stories of gushing ninangs and tito's and tita's. Maybe he'll find the stories funny or cute or corny, but I know he'll smile at all of it. Maybe he'll get the hang of hats and caps on his head in a year or two. Maybe he'll be saying more than 'Papa' or 'Ba ba ba ba' when I see him again (next year!) and he'll be walking on his own. Maybe he'll be speaking Singlish too and start singing and dancing and learning new things.
Maybe I'll start sewing bigger clothes for our Super Miles, too. :)
All the same, he will always be super loved, like all children are, and should be. :)
Missing you already, cuteness.
Sending all my handmade love from miles away,