A MOTHER’S LOVE
Welcome to this world!
I’m sorry, I could have done this while you were still in my tummy but Mama is really a procrastinator. I was so preoccupied as usual; there were so many things in Mama’s mind. I was so excited about you.
You know what, I’m the luckiest person to be carrying you in my womb.
All I’d do was to think about how we’d live a wonderful life together. Again I felt the luckiest when God blessed my delivery and so you were born.
Mama was so afraid that time. But you know what, God was so good He made me live. He made me see how cute you are. I was a bit sad because I couldn’t be with you during the first four days. You stayed in NICU.
I couldn’t continue breastfeeding you due to my heart problem. It was exciting though. You were so little when I held you in my arms. I wanted you to stay with me because I didn’t want the nurse to take you away, but you have to take your antibiotics. Mama was suffering from terrible cough when you were in my tummy.
When Papa came to the hospital, we visited you in NICU, I couldn’t believe I was able to get you out of my tummy.
I want to sing to you all the baby songs I know.
I want you to be the best person that you can be. I will support your choices but Mama will always “meddle”. Well specifically with your clothes, food, TV shows, hobbies.
I want you to be a Rubik’s cube master or maybe a tennis player because it’s the only popular hunky sport that is the least dangerous.
“Pogi”, if you want to be a film maker, I’ll be more than proud. I want you to be creative like your Papa so madami din magkaka-crush sa ‘yo. I can also picture you as an artist, an architect or a musician.
You have to be a gentleman okay? I pray that you will grow up to be a respectful person to everyone. Don’t be judgmental like me. Don’t be too mysterious like your Papa, it pisses me off sometimes and eventually complicate things.
Baby ko, you always have to follow what Papa and I will say. God will guide you everytime.
I will hunt down anyone who will treat you wrongly.
I love you baby. I will play balls, cars or robots with you whenever you want. I can be you target too.
I want you to enjoy life. I look forward to running after you while screaming my lungs out. I hope I won’t lose my patience. Don’t let that happen.
I’m so excited to take pictures of you and Papa doing arm wrestling.
We’ll take pictures forever…
Believed to have been written a few days after Aoi was brought into this world, Rita, in this letter, revealed her hopes for Aoi and her burgeoning desire and unparalleled joy in motherhood.
Two years later, May 16, 2012, Rita got into a fatal accident involving a bus. Her untimely death has caused her family and friends pain and heartache. I grieved her death. In Rita’s time here, she brought happiness and joy to many people, to me on our Winglish days and even after, and that is a true blessing.
As for Aoi, he would have been three years old as of yesterday. His momma’s stories about him make me wish I have met him…
….way before his life got shortened by the quickest moments on the same tragic day.
Rest in peace, Rita and baby Aoi. You two are in a better place now.