Kayelle's 3rd Birthday

A simple birthday celebration was held for Kayelle last Saturday, June 26, in their house. Those who came were Kayelle’s neighbor friends, her great paternal grandfather and aunts, and yours truly, Lola Zeny.

I gave Kayelle her gift which she wanted to open right away, but she was restrained by her parents. So, she turned her attention to the unwrapped toys I brought for Matthew, her 10-month old younger brother. She played with the horse toy and the train which rolls by friction.
When Matthew saw it, he wanted to get down and play with it, but the Ate stopped him, and there was no complaint from the little boy. You can see the difference in their temperament, the cool boy, and the hard-headed Ate (older sister).

When the guests arrived, Kayelle let go of the toys and opened the gifts from her guests.
It was now the opportunity for Mat to play with the horse and toy train.

They were eating the food served like hot dogs with marshmallow on a stick, spaghetti, ice cream and cake (the usual favorite of children) when I saw Kayelle crying, face on the floor. I thought it was the usual tantrum, but when I lifted her face, I saw a reddish bump on her forehead. She fell on the floor, face down. When I saw it, I hurriedly opened my bag to reach for my MAC, which is my regular companion. With shaking hands, I mixed one tablespoon of water to two drops of MAC and applied it on her forehead. In a few minutes her crying stopped, then back to normal again.

This incident reminded me of my time with my children: when Kayelle’s father was running after me (I was already on my way to work, when he fell down with softdrinks in his hands. It broke and lacerated his right thumb, I thank God it didn't injure his face. It had to be closed by what the doctor called butterfly stitches. No thread, just the tape, and it worked.

In another occasion the whole family was going somewhere. When the helper closed the car door, she didn’t notice that Harold’s fingers where on the door. It became blue and blood oozed.

On both instances, I was so helpless, transfixed. I couldn’t move to help my son. It was my helpers who did it.

There were so many accidents/incidents that I thought were buried in my mind, but this comes up whenever similar accidents happen, specially to a loved one.

I was not a praying person during the time with my children. Now, I realized that we can ask GOD for HIS protection, not only in the physical aspect, but also in other areas of our life.