Baby growth isn’t abrupt. In small increments, they develop. Like a seedling into a tree in a span of years. But Jaycelle and I, we find ourselves in awe in some mornings why Bryce, our baby, stretched an inch in height. Why his socks, his feet had outgrown already. Why his little shirt converted into slim-fit. Why I find myself browsing a Mercury shelf looking for the next nappy size. In a span of two months, it’s true that they grow in a blink of an eye.

But we, we don’t let this magic pass us by. We watch him with his blank stare at us. We watch and wait for him to respond with a smile then with coos. We put effort in soothing him when a slight stress might turn into a cry. We watch him get sleepy and we rejoice. We tiptoe away and our floor creaks.

Bryce, our baby, he fit differently into our arms now. A wider cradle we’ve adjusted into.

In a sitting position we both stare at the mirror. He smiles at himself. I wink and I I grin and he smiles back at me.
Moments is what our lives are made of. Like they say of success being non-linear.

I didn’t want to be a father and I’m becoming one. We didn’t want to be parents and we’re becoming one.

I look at myself and indeed, I see a dad bod. And my wife, she’s va-va-voom. Our son, I thought he’s not a pig, oh but he is. Just look at him – just when we’re happy for him not to thumb-suck…