I realized I started taking care of kids when I was probably 10, when my cousins Itog and Maret were born. My aunt didn’t even have to ask me to babysit them, I’d just do it.
In our old apartment in Manila, we became very close with the neighbors and our family would always “borrow” kids from them. I remember them all…Ha-ke, Shing, Renren, Cookie and Nunu. At one point in their lives, they virtually became part of our family.
And while my parents and siblings doted on them, I was really the one who took care of them while they were in our house. I read books to them, taught them songs and rhymes, played with them, disciplined them.
It was a good thing I eventually became a mother biologically (to two girls) or my innate gift at raising kids would have gone to waste. But then again, remembering all the children I took care of made me think that even if I didn’t have kids, I still would have fulfilled my destiny. Yep, I think I was born to be a mother. What a cool purpose in life.