Questa è Enida

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He tried to balance on the edge of the trampoline and lost it, instantly hitting the ground, landing on his side with his left shoulder taking most of his upper body weight. He came home crying upset with himself more than anything else, as he knew it was a self-chosen pain. His teary, “I wasn’t supposed to stand on the edddggge, Mommm! I’m sorry Mommm!” was enough a proof that his lesson was learned. I said nothing when I pulled him into my arms.

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After a long nap and a rice-porridge supper…

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Edrick: Mom, I don’t know what happened to my balance. I just lost it.

Mommy: *smiles her mischievous smile plotting a twist* Oh do you remember where you lost your balance?

Edrick: Yeah, on the trampoline, Mom. I lost it there.

Mommy: Do you remember what it looks like?

Edrick: You mean my balance?

Mommy: Yeah, your balance. Do you remember what your balance looks like?

Edrick: No, I don’t renember.

Mommy: Does it have any color?

Edrick: You mean my balance?

Mommy: Yeah, does your balance have any color or shape?

Edrick: *looks very puzzled* I don’t think so.

Mommy: Then, how are you going to find it again?

Edrick: You mean my balance?

Mommy: Yes, your balance that you lost today.

Edrick: Don’t worry Mom, I’ll look for it tomorrow near the trampoline.

Mommy: Kah kah kah kah kah kah kah kah kah kah! *loses her balance and falls in love again with her Little Man*

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I have learned that falling is not always a bad thing. Losing one’s balance, too, can be an everyday event. As long as I remember to get up and go at it again. I am blessed for all the hurt I endure today. I’m already on my way to find that balance I have just lost. And I am not going to wait until tomorrow.

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