Tomorrow, I will be attending the piano recital of one of my only two godchildren, Henry.
Henry is the three or four-year old son (I am a bad godparent, I know) of a close friend from high school, and he was my second godchild — but until now, I still feel guilty because I have not been the most ideal godparent for him while he was growing up. Suffice it to say, I was also busy growing up while he did the same. Kidding.
The only instance which I recall having ever given him anything memorable was during Christmas of last year when I gave him Tom Kuhn yoyos on Christmas eve. Of course, he was delighted by the surprise, but that was the only gift that I had given him so far.
I feel guilty because growing up, I was constantly showered with presents from my godparents — heck, one of them even made it a point to give me 50$ every Christmas until I finished high school. And it was because of my Ninong Lino that I was always excited for the holiday season to arrive.
I am excited for Henry tomorrow, and I really hope that he impresses the audience as he executes his piece. From what I’ve gathered from his parents, his talent is exceptional and his mentors even suggested that they make him take advanced piano lessons. I promise to be there tomorrow, if only to cheer him on and make him feel loved and special, because piano recitals do not happen everyday.