in the bottle
I actually wanted to do that old school thing but I was too worried that you might not able to receive the bottle because of the many traffic trash over the sea. So might as well to the cyber message and tag your name so when you already know how to google your name (just what your ate’s is doing, sometimes) just to know what link will pop up, maybe, hopefully you’ll come across this message
in the bottle.
27December2011 (your 8th birthday) 1148pm (Manila time)
Recipient: Mackenzie Romnick S. Sualog (the right spelling of your name not MackenS. Sualog, ok!)
Little boy that’s what I call you when I’m not in the mood to tell you to wash your hands, to brush your teeth, to wear your slippers, to take a bath, eat on your own, make your own milk, in short when I’m not in the mood to let you do the things a big little boy should do. Those times when I want to cuddle you like a little baby boy and forget the fact you’re already seven. You’re so spoiled and we couldn’t resist to spoil you, that’s how we love you so much and we don’t know why. Love is just so unconditional and its perfect. Eight years ago and eight years from now, I can’t help but to worry but I am very much thankful that you came to lighten up us by your smile. We don’t even know how a man so small can give us big, big smile. Eight years ago, you were so fragile that the only person that can hold you without any fear is Nanay and wrap you by her arms, an innate thing about mothers. Its been eight years, I can’t even believe. You are such an achievement especially to your Mommy, Nanay and Tatay, your Nanay Panting. Mackoy thank you for the many many joy, for the many, many things.
If someday life becomes too complicated and if the time comes you’ll never understand many things juts think that we love you unconditionally. We love you despite and in spite of.
You know when your seven, down, you want many not so ordinary things. While many kids your age wants to be a doctor or a teacher, you want to be an Ambulance driver, sometimes to be firetruck driver or to see Nepal, Mexico, Arizona and Boracay. Don’t worry you’ll get into that when you don’t need to secure a permit from DSWD anymore. Just believe it will happen. Learn first to read, to write your name legibly and the many basic things. Boracay holiday will happen just keep on praying that your Mommy will be able to come home on May, pray it will happen. Your fascination about cars. Your love for spiders and many animals that you even want to make our house a zoo. The unexplained fascination about snails and hermits and your curiosity that makes you so adorable. Your riddle and the little things, the many extraordinary little things.
You will always be ate’s little cherubs. Remember that. We love you despite and in spite of. Someday, I don’t require you to fly with colors , just fly and show off a little and when you fail show off a little more and prove them that you are not a loser. Survived Mackoy, survived. And, if found out something someday, hate me, ate, kuya and all of us but never ever hate you Mommy who is fighting so hard to beat the colds of winter and homesickness just to give you a decent future, don’t hate Nanay and Tatay because they love without any condition and you are their favorite person in this whole wide world.
And, I don’t know why I am writing all these things when you don’t even want to read a simple one paragraph. I will write it anyway.