splendid moonlight

I have mixed emotions about kids. I don't want any harm to happen to any of them, but I like them better when they're polite or sweet and not bratty.


A lot of girls would jump at the opportunity to hold a baby or talk to a kid because they're cute, chubby or whatnot. I don't. I do with puppies, though. Maybe it's because I believe kids should be full of glee and innocent wonder that when one of them misbehaves or says hurtful things, it destroys a part of me. Or maybe I'm just scared I might be put on the spot (I believe kids can do that). As to what I'll do if my future kid would throw tantrums and unexpected questions at me is another topic.


Still, a lot of the best moments in my life involved kids. When you wake up from a deep sleep and find yourself surrounded by kids who couldn't wait to play or be with you, that's something. You feel needed somehow.They sit softly by your side whispering to each other so that the first things you see when you wake up are little heads and bright eyes staring down at you.


Once I woke up from a nap and found my little sisters fanning me. There was a blackout and they didn't want the heat to wake me up. They were so quiet and so united in their task that it amused me.


Sometimes when I'm on vacation with relatives, my nieces/nephews would constantly check on me to see if I'd already awaken - the voices of adults reprimanding them would wake me up eventually.


Once I went to San Remegio alone just to get away from it all even for just a couple of hours, and I found this little kid bathing at the beach. I was puzzled that nobody else was there to watch over him so I asked him where his parents were. Turned out they were all home and he was alone.


I wrote snippets of our lengthy conversation because I just couldn't get over it. The whole encounter was almost beyond words. If I knew what the word spiritual really meant, I think I would call it spiritual. The sunset, the sea, the kid, the sandbar, the friendly fishermen who came passing by - everything was perfect. I went home feeling better with my jeans still folded up.


Speaking of beaches, I need to go to one. Who knows I might find another angel.