We're not perfect parents. We're not close to one, and we will never be. Ever! We make mistakes raising Yllac (am a tell you parenting is H-A-R-D), but God knows we're trying our very best. As long as he's happy and healthy I think we're doing a great job. Lately it dawned on me the responsibility of raising this baby boy that someday will grow up to be a man. Someone kind, responsible, smart, honest, strong, brave, non-judgmental, God fearing, loyal, trustworthy, hardworking, happy, loving and confident. It's such a big task. Again I am nervous and overwhelmed thinking of these and somehow I felt not worthy for this job. I am not a good influence ( i know for sure), not a role model. But right now I am just glad that he's mine and I am his Mommy. That I am this person right now that has the biggest influence in his life. Someone who will mold him to be the man he's going to be : a good man. But that's just many years from now. Today, this morning i watched him sleep beside Jayson, they're cuddling, his little arms on his Daddy's chest. I look at them and i just love Yllac's sweet chubby cheeks and his lips pursed out. Someday, he'll be big, hair on those cheeks, rougher skin just like Daddy's. And boy I am grateful that I married a good man. While I am not entirely sure how to do this scary parenting thing, I am just glad that the man I chose to marry is the kind of man I want Yllac to be. And that this huge intimidating thing called parenting seem not scary anymore when i look at it now, because Jayson and I get to do it together (gosh! bless those mothers who do it alone). And I just felt God's continues blessings through that and Yllac and I are lucky that way.