My Life with the Little Ones

 

Even though I have been wanting to have a baby for more than four years already, the feeling of having kids around is never foreign to me.

 

When I was 18 and in school, I use to baby sit a young kid in the neighborhood.

 

Fresh from college, I got a work on the city and rented an apartment where my landlady has 2 small grandkids who eventually are my frequent room visitors. They would knock on my room and would tell me they just want to hang out in there. I painted them t-shirts with my fabric paint, and they seemed amused they kept looking for me everyday when they get home from school.

 

Now I am married and got a new place in a new city. Hopefully, this will be the place where I will permanently settle.

 

. . . and there are kids in the neighborhood, right next from the subdivision where I live. These kids are from poor families. They even skipped lunch because there is just nothing to eat.

 

They talked about their lives. Innocent children who just love to tell me tales about their families, ask questions, show me their dance moves and sing along with Justin Beiber on Youtube.

 

one of the drawing sessions with the kids

 

So they are my companions at home when i feel too lazy to work. They even run little errands for me, and they even helped out when they see me cleaning the yard or doing something outside.

 

So when i remembered these three huge sets of colored pencils i use to keep in the storage boxes, I brought them out, give them clean sheets of paper and bought them coloring books and let them practice their writing and drawing. At times, i would play the guitar or the piano and we would sing all together.

 

well, i think i need to have half a dozen of biological children so i can have this fun drawing sessions. nahh.