I don’t know what has come over me, but I have been rummaging through the old albums and reminiscing the times when it was all sunshine and laughter. Then only did I realize, acutely, how much Mommy and Daddy have aged. With that, it was a little heartrending and a little, well, sad...
Maybe because I thought that my parents are going to be there for me forever. They will be quietly in the background, but once you start crying for them, they come running to you with open arms... In my eyes, they will always be 'The Hand' whenever I fall down and need a lift. In my eyes, they never and didn't age.
But the photographs, albeit yellow-tinged and a little faded, pointed out sorely that they actually do. Their vibrant smiles and youthful looks have been taken place by squinty eyes, saggy skin and bleary looks...
OK, I just went up to Mommy and hugged her tight and told her that I love her. But she got all emo on me and started on her sob story and how all of us did her wrong which irritated the hell out of me. Don’t know why and how it turned out that way – but that is just the way my Mommy is. So much for ‘I love you’s.
Annoyed and cheesed off as I may be right now, I am aware that Mommy and Daddy are not perfect. I am less so, I admit. But if we all accept the ways each other are wired, we will get by. I don’t deny that my family has had many fiery flare-ups, and ongoing, there will still be – given Jo’s “Short-Fused-Dynamite” temper, Mommy’s “Round-the-Clock-Simmering-&-Ultimate-Meltdown” temper, and Daddy and my “Reach-My-Limit-&-You’ll-Get-It” tempers. But... what’s so important to have a feud stand in the way? If we do away with all the expectations we have of others, we probably will like the other party more. And sleep better. (Maybe that’s why Mommy isn’t sleeping so well. It’s definitely not the caffeine in bottled Pokka Green Tea.)
Really, why focus on negative points and turn a blind eye to positive ones?
Seeing how I have grown from that teeny toddler, and how my parents held onto me when I could not walk yet, made me feel really blessed. I was really grateful that they brought me up; it was a hell long process and robbed them of their youth. But as experimented just 15 minutes ago, my heartfelt gratitude was, kinda, jarring to the ears.
In any case, I LOVE YOU Mommy and Daddy!
Maybe because I thought that my parents are going to be there for me forever. They will be quietly in the background, but once you start crying for them, they come running to you with open arms... In my eyes, they will always be 'The Hand' whenever I fall down and need a lift. In my eyes, they never and didn't age.
But the photographs, albeit yellow-tinged and a little faded, pointed out sorely that they actually do. Their vibrant smiles and youthful looks have been taken place by squinty eyes, saggy skin and bleary looks...
OK, I just went up to Mommy and hugged her tight and told her that I love her. But she got all emo on me and started on her sob story and how all of us did her wrong which irritated the hell out of me. Don’t know why and how it turned out that way – but that is just the way my Mommy is. So much for ‘I love you’s.
Annoyed and cheesed off as I may be right now, I am aware that Mommy and Daddy are not perfect. I am less so, I admit. But if we all accept the ways each other are wired, we will get by. I don’t deny that my family has had many fiery flare-ups, and ongoing, there will still be – given Jo’s “Short-Fused-Dynamite” temper, Mommy’s “Round-the-Clock-Simmering-&-Ultimate-Meltdown” temper, and Daddy and my “Reach-My-Limit-&-You’ll-Get-It” tempers. But... what’s so important to have a feud stand in the way? If we do away with all the expectations we have of others, we probably will like the other party more. And sleep better. (Maybe that’s why Mommy isn’t sleeping so well. It’s definitely not the caffeine in bottled Pokka Green Tea.)
Really, why focus on negative points and turn a blind eye to positive ones?
Seeing how I have grown from that teeny toddler, and how my parents held onto me when I could not walk yet, made me feel really blessed. I was really grateful that they brought me up; it was a hell long process and robbed them of their youth. But as experimented just 15 minutes ago, my heartfelt gratitude was, kinda, jarring to the ears.
In any case, I LOVE YOU Mommy and Daddy!
Me and Ah-Ma. Barely could remember her but I looked really happy in her arms.
The weirdest things that your parents put you into - a jumper without a top inside. Mommy, if I am scarred by a paedophile then, it was your fault. :P
P.S.: OMG – look at those glasses. Aren’t those, like, from Topshop? Eeks, they look like they have lives of their own!
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