I still remember clearly how I carried him for nine months in my womb. I still remember how much in pain I was during my 20 hour labor and how I almost lost my life postpartum due to internal hemorrhage. I was just 24 when he made me a mother for the first time. I wouldn't ever forget the first experiences of being a mom with him.
As I've shared in this blog before, I was a single mom to him. So I played the roles of both a mom and a dad. From a stay-at-home-mom I took an entry level marketing job to be able to support him. I didn't complain that I was earning little because what's important for me was I was able to spend a lot of time with him in the morning before going to work. Since it was an entry-level job, I didn't have to render overtime so I always went home early to bond with him endlessly. I was a young mom and had a lot of energy for play. I could say he got the best of my younger years because I carried him a lot, rolled on the floor with him, went to many places even when we commuted, and played so many games from rough to quiet board games. I was never absent in his school activities. Those were very simple and happy times bringing him up as a child.
Now that he turned 13, I'm born as a NEW Mom again. A new mom to a teenager. The era of treating him as a child and holding on to him tightly has ended. I have to let go a little to let him experience life and learn about it on his own. He's entered the teen years and he's ready to be more independent, to explore responsibly on life's loops and hoops, to possibly have his heart broken, to start building his character, to work on achieving his long term dreams, and to enjoy high school and make it the most memorable years of his life.