This 1-inch blob…

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…might not grow up to be the e brightest kid

…but he or she WILL grow up in OUR care.

…he or she might not be the cutest kid around

…but her Mom and I WILL always be around

…every tiny step of the way…

…and who knows, if  we get lucky…

…he or she just might grow up

…to be a future singer,

…or a future artist,

…or a future athlete,

…or a future dean’s lister,

…or a future scientist,

…or a future president of the Philippines,

…or a future astronaut for the flag,

…or a future nobel laureate for humanity…

…who knows,

…he or she just might be THE future.

…but I don’t care what he or she becomes.

…as long as I care about what he or she is right now:

…a 1-inch blob

…I’m eager to shower

…with hope and anticipation.

…All I care about

…is for this 1-inch blob

…to become

…the most beloved

…of all the other tiny blobs

…out there.

It’s funny if you think about it. The miracle of human conception and life has occurred several billions times throughout human history yet it doesn’t fail to inspire wonder and apprehension among simple minded people like me. In this drama, former sperm cells (including yours truly) wiggled in a netherworld of mucus for several agonizing minutes before stumbling upon a sexy-looking ovum bouncing about in a dark canal. Mr. Sperm gives chase, ditches tail then hooks up with Ms. Ovum before both start careening down the highway to life leading to baby homo sapiens just 9 months after.

Fascinating, right? It’s a journey that allows only the toughest to survive.

It’s so tough, in fact, that we only have 6 billion survivors at the moment ready to attest to the difficulty of such a gargantuan undertaking.

What’s so miraculous about that?

I guess some things can only be fully understood and appreciated when you become an active party to it, not just a detached spectator living the moment vicariously. Case in point: I never thought I’d be filled with endless thrill and wonder at the thought of having a child of my own.

Hard to believe, yes, but here I am, gushing like a madman yet again.

Long story short, I never thought I’d be a father.

In fact, there was a point in my life when I swore to myself never to marry, much less sire a child. I was so wrapped with my lofty thoughts and ideals that my world view slowly grew to become a many-headed monster that devoured things like love, religion, loyalty, faith, consistency, and the like. I was just too idealistic to function like a normal human being though I try hard to wear a mask of normalcy on a daily basis.

Add to that the fact that I just CAN’T stand kids. I hate the noise and chaos they pass off as play, their all-consuming need for attention and the darnedest silly questions that they ask day in and day out.

‘tis a good thing indeed that time works wonders in its own ways.

Now, I’ve learned to appreciate life…and its myriad miracles that we take for granted on a daily basis.

Miracles like our little 1-inch blob.

note: this piece first came to mind after I saw an image of my kid for the first time way back August 28, 2009. He/She was two months in utero back then.