Enzo, my joy

Sheer joy. Have you ever experienced with someone an overwhelming feeling of profound joy that no words can even describe? This is the certain feeling I felt the first time I saw son, Enzo. He of the frail frame and helpless condition with tubes attached to my baby's body and mouth. But if ever I had a vision of what an angel is that was what I saw in Enzo as he lay fighting for his life inside the incubator. But my son is a survivor. With prayers and good doctors, he survived the difficult conditions of his birth and continuous to awe us of his wonderful talents and give us joy. Even if he is a bit mischievous at times, most often though he is sweet and loving.

He is my baby who looks more like me or does he? But he has his Dad's calm veneer often mistaken for being distant. But he wants to be sure of everything he does. And will always ask for approval from me or his Dad. At such a young age,he aims for perfection. I never tire of looking at him and find myself smiling and awed by my bundle of joy.

soccer

Enzo had his first training day in soccer last Saturday, Aug. 9,2008 at Marist School. It was breezy day. Nice day to play soccer. All the soccer moms were there. Soccer moms or dads I think that is how they are called when you have your son/daughter playing soccer. The soccer moms were a chatty bunch. I kept my distance from them. I was enjoying the cool breeze, the calm surroundings of the training grounds( the oval)and Enzo, who was all perspiration but enjoying it all. He didn't have yet the required soccer shoes and the long socks. Gosh, he was in his Marist P.E. uniform even. I shouldn't have trusted his Dad to take care of his soccer outfit. I don't usually attend my kids' activities at school, as most Mom are obliged to do.But I like this soccer training, I have time for myself while my son plays. All the other Moms were taking video and sounded senseless to me as they talked about soccer. I dismissed them at the start but then after watching the pure joy in Enzo's face , for the pride of getting the right kick or controlling the ball, I understood better the enthusiasm of the soccer Moms ...until Enzo tells me... " Mom,I should have taken swimming or basketball instead" :)