face of mischief

the mischievous smile says it all. there is no way you cannot tell that this kid is extremely makulit and hyper-active. even before mikkel came out into this world, he would kick from my inside so hard that i would let out a distressed grunt in the office loud enough for eveyrone to turn their heads at me and ask why.

“hehe, sumipa lang yung baby ko,” i’d reply sheepishly.

with eyebrows raised, they would go on, “ganun kalakas?”

i’d just shrug my shoulders.

that time i already knew what was in store for me. good thing, i had sufficient training from taking care of two little brothers who made it a daily activity to turn our place into a madhouse with their kakulitan. they climbed, ran around, banged the walls, jumped like crazy, tormented me whenever they had the chance, screamed at the top of their lungs and did everything to exhaust their excessive energy.

i remember the story when my uncle was talking on the phone with his friend while my brothers rambled in the background. the friend actually thought there was a party going on in the house and he wasn’t invited. yeah, the two mokongs had the energy of a crowd.

i think it’s only apt that i thank my two brothers for getting on my nerves during the early years of my life for they have made motherhood somewhat easier for me.