Baby Blues

A friend of mine (daddy Kraymer, ikaw ‘to) had a baby boy. He was not the first one in our barkada to have one but somehow the timing made me rethink some things. I have always thought that having a baby is a life shattering experience ( and i’m not just talking about labor pains, costs, etc) but of the whole process. of suddenly realizing that its not just you anymore, but that you have created somebody… a person.

It is frightening to think that everything will be changed by this event. what used to be a happy gathering of sorts by our barkada will now be filled with talks about milk, diapers and nannies. as much as i welcome the new member of the family, somehow i dread the future where each one of us will slowly become parents and form families of our own. where we will become too busy to even text or see each other. where all we think about when we get together is whether the baby has been fed and burped.

we still have plenty more years to go. and although age and time is constantly telling us that we are not getting any younger, i wish… i just wish that we can still hold on the kind of friendship that we have. i know that years from now, we will all be too busy with our own lives, children and family but i would like to hope that just as we remain bonded throughout the years that we continue to yearn and miss each others company.