Iñigo, our joy, turns 1-A A +A
By Luci Lizares
Saturday, February 22, 2014
WHEN a child comes to this world, the focus is on this little gift who brings so much joy to the home.
We watch their day to day development— from the progress of their basic senses, to their responses to visuals and audios, to their motor skills, to the manifestations of their likes and dislikes, to a tooth that starts to erupt and all the many other niceties that comes with infancy.
Babies are the books that tell the beautiful story of creation. We watch and we learn and we take interest with their daily advancement.
For the whole year, I saw this gift that God has given to our home, Iñigo, unfold before our very eyes. As he turns one, the whole house frenzily prepared for this joyous occasion.
Joy for joy, love for love. Everything is reciprocal on this earth and for the joy and the love Iñigo has given all of us, everyone— and I mean everyone-grandparents to our helpers, worked tirelessly to make this a happy occasion.
Children’s birthday parties are not the way they were during our times. From invitations, food, giveaways, piñata, pabitin, emceeing, choreographing the games, everything was hand-crafted or home-made.
Let us not forget immortalizing the moment with photos as well. In the evenings, there is dinner to prepare for the Mommies and Daddies and the cousins and the relatives and friends.
Today, food can be catered, themes can be executed from cakes to centerpieces according to our choices; emcees and game planners can be hired. Even photographers are now part of the list. Thank God!
But despite all these available amenities and services, Mommy, Daddy, Lolita, Titos, Nana, and everyone at home seem to be abuzz with airing the baloons and displaying them, setting up the tents, cleaning the house from floor to ceiling, cleaning again, changing uphostery covers, putting in plants and dressing up carts for giveaway and gifts and prizes.
Still there is much work to be done but when done with love, the duty knows no measure. So happily, like a symphony with a band conductor, everyone had his or her music to play.
For the party’s theme, Katy chose the Hungry Caterpillar. Oh my…I felt so dated…Who is the Hungry Caterpillar? I had to make a crash research on this unfamiliar character.
As the date of Iñigo’s party came closer, he knew that something was brewing in the home front and it revolved around him. On the day of his party, he was so animated that sleep couldn’t come even for just a short respite. He was as active in the last minute preparations like all the adults in the house.
But the beautiful melody of all the preparations and work done all came together when at 4:00 p.m. baby guests and their yayas, Mommies and Daddies started trickling in.
Everthing was in control with teacher Amber and her Hoolabaloo Gang making the children feel quite at home. To get them settled, they had crayons to color and glue to stick parts of the hungry caterpillar. The girls loved having their hands painted. The photographer was busy with his lenses. The waiters took to their tasks.
I marvelled as I watched Iñigo savoring every announcement, every game, every action.
Teacher Amber was in total control of the sequence of activities and she captured her audience with her voice and her delivery. Truly, she knew her craft and was brilliant. The kids were so alive, so participative. The Daddies and the Mommies watched in glee as their babies partook in all the activities and even in the dance for the finale.
The party ended in such an adrenalin rush. Iñigo was in high spirits, the guests enjoyed, lolo, lolas, ecstatic, abuelito and abuelita happy; Mommy and Daddy proud and joyous!
What more can I ask but thank the Lord for this gift of Iñigo who has blest our home. Come to think of it, this is the 3rd generation of birthday celebrations in our humble abode. Another reason to say thank you, Lord!
Published in the Sun.Star Bacolod newspaper on February 22, 2014.