This morning Tim was drinking a cup of chocolate milk and playing with his wooden blocks (thank you Ninang Sister Socorro!) while I was singing “I Offer My Life.” He had heard the song yesterday during our morning worship with the Mission Team and still remembered it (what an amazing memory he has for a 3 year old! And I don’t mean to sound biased, but it’s true!). So he started singing along. In the usual manner of any precocious, inquisitive preschooler, he then asked me what the song meant, so I tried to explain to him in terms that I thought he’d understand.
Tim: What is the song talking about po, Mama?
Me: Well, it’s about us offering everything to God. It means whatever we do, we give it back to Him to make Him happy because we love Him.
Tim: We give to Him?
Me: Yes, everything we do. Like when we sing, or play with our blocks. Or like me now, I’m eating breakfast (gestures while holding sandwich in hand). When we work. When we pray, and play. Even when we drink and eat, we give everything to God.
(Upon hearing this, Tim gets this frowning, puzzled “I don’t want to share” look on his face and hides his cup of chocolate milk behind his back. LOL. I try to explain again to him.)
Me: It’s ok po Tim. I don’t mean we give to God our food and drink, like your milk. It just means when we eat or drink, we thank Him and want to make Him happy.
(Tim looks relieved and continues drinking from his cup. I am amused and amazed at his antics and offer a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this precious little boy.)
Later on in the morning, he says another endearing thing. This time it’s before his daily “Learning Time,” where I attempt to teach him age-appropriate preschool concepts for at least 30 minutes.
Me: Let’s pray before we start learning, and ask God to bless us, so that what we learn we will not forget.
Tim: Ok po Mama. Oh wait, wait.. I want to put my blanket on my feet first. Wait! Wait, God!
Me: (heart melting) Don’t worry, God will wait.
My prayer for you, my dear Kuya Tim, is that every day you will grow more and more to be the boy and eventually, the man, that God wants you to be. I only hope that despite your Papa’s and my faults and failures as your parents (and you know dear Tim, how imperfect we are!), God will still bless our desires for you, our hopes and dreams for you. We love you our dearest first-born!