After confirming with both sets of grandparents that Daddy and I used to live with them, my son deduced that when he’s all grown up, he would live in his “next house.”
“Just like you Mom. When you became a grown up, you got out of Lolo’s house and you live in this house, your next house.”
“It’s like this, “ I had to explain. ”First, I went to school. Grade school, then high school, and then college. When I finished college, I had a job. And then I met Daddy, and we got married. And then, we lived in this house.”
I showed him our wedding photo on the wall. “That’s me and Daddy getting married.”
“So when I’m married, I can live in my next house,” he said.
It felt a little weird hearing my 6-year old son talk about marrying and leaving our nest, but I answered anyway. “Yes anak, you will live in your next house when you’re married to a special woman.”
He was quiet for a while, I could almost hear the little wheels in his head.
This kind of talk felt like it arrived a little too soon, but there could be no turning back. I swallowed hard and took that moment to make him see a bit of what we, Mom and Dad, are hoping for his future.
In short, I felt compelled to describe the “special woman,” our future daughter-in-law, in little boy’s terms.
“The woman you should marry should be nice.”
“Yes,” he agreed with a vigorous nod.
“Has good manners …. studies her lessons…. goes to church…”
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