Friday, December 31, 2010
Every calendar year is another year for you.
Born on the last day of the year, you will always the baby of the class.
I have always been worried about you entering 4 year old pre-school when you will only be barely 3. The baby of the class, always, forever.
Have been worried you won't be able to be toilet trained by school time.
Have been worried that you won't catch up intellectually due to late birth date in the year, you have to grow up faster
But this year,
You've been kissing me non stop at every opportunity
You've learnt to call me, papa, popo, Lydia and Ah-Mah
You've been welcoming me for every thankyou said
You've been recognising 1-10 by 21 months, even 1 and 10
You've been stacking stuff to everybody's astonishment, including the paedatrician's. It shows the concentration that you can give and the determination that you have.
You've been showing me you have good memory by finding your favourite page in a 200 page book, knowing whether you are too far ahead or too far behind
You've been singing songs on tune (very accurate!!, with just one or twice of singing), and it makes me want to start you on music class ASAP
You've been showing me how courageous you can be when you insisted to swim without the float!!
You've been showing me your social skills when you jumped into to join the crowd in Sunday School, not disturbing others, but following instructions and followed suit with the 5 year and above kids.
You've been telling me you want to ease yourself, not accurate every time, but at least you are trying
You've been sitting on the adult toilet and not feeling scared of it. Very brave!!!
I guess I shouldn't worry about you anymore
I know you can do it, even though you may be disadvantaged due to your late birthdate,
but I'm glad God has blesed you tremendously and reassuring me that you'd be well,
Young you may be, but I'm sure, you'd be able to make it.
God Bless You always my dearie