My dark angel is growing well.

He is not all angel after all; Jalenn bullies his mommy. To some extent, I am not complaining him being demanding so much of my attention. He is definitely very active and running around with his brother and quite cunning at times.

It has been quite sometime since the last time he was diagnosed as floppy by the doctors. He went through physiotherapy which he did really well and checked by the neurologist. A grandfatherly neurologist was quite certain there was nothing wrong with Jalenn. "Just look at him, you think he is not intelligent?" he said so confidently. Jalenn was starring at him with such intense. As though he knew what the doctor was talking about. He then took interest with the basin behind and tried to reach for it.

Jalenn was more flexible than most babies. That's how he is. Most babies with soft muscles are generally more flexible. The doctor announced, "Well, he might not be a soccer player like David Beckham, but he can do other stuff, like gymnasium or even body contortion." errr... hmmmm...

He did not want to do any further test on him then and that we monitor his development closely. He will only see Jalenn if he does not walk by 2 years old. That was actually good news for me. We stopped all planned treatment and therapy and tried to do more for him at home instead. He learnt to demand more and he learnt fast. I guess also partly he is growing up with his Ashlynn meimei, his competitor. He would have learnt a lot from just seeing her.

Ironically, Jalenn loves ball games. Soccer, basketball, rugby, racket games... well, at least he knows what to do with the different kind of balls. Kick the soccer ball, throw the basketball into the basket and run with the rugby ball. And I must say, he is really good with the soccer ball, dribbling it down the hall, take a shot at goal and do the victory run when he won. Who said he might not be the next David Beckham?

He is walking, running, jumping, climbing and dancing now. Even though I still feel he walks like jelly and falls quite frequently, he is growing very well.

Now at 20 months, he is opening another chapter; school. As reluctant as I am, he has to go to childcare this early. Some friend told me that I seemed to be more in pain to see him go than my boy. Maybe... but I know I have to let go of my hand and let him run. I know he will grow even well with the big big world. I just hope for less tears at day one...