Mom celebrated her 50th birthday today with a quick dinner of myojo chicken abalone instant noodles (due to a communication break down between my dad, maid and I, it was thought that they werent coming home for dinner you see...) and a i/c meeting=P well plus a chocolate truffle cake , chocolates and Eclairs^^
It was however, a very scaled down affair compared to the past, where my brother and I being the kids that we were decorated the whole house. I remember a time when we were still in lower primary, the both of us used crepe paper and made a colourful paper curtain just after the main door of our old flat in Ang Mo Kio. There was also a time, in upper primary, the year we shifted to our current home , where we folded numerous paper cranes and decorated the path outside her bedroom door using it and made out the words Happy Birthday. See, told you this year was so...scaled down. heh.
but she is happy all the same=)
but....................it just reminds me that hey, it HAS been almost 18 years since she and I met in this world, since she first cuddled me, and she is now half a century old. Had i lost her to cancer 3 years ago, i wonder what kind of life i would be leading today? It is beautiful isnt it? That life itself carves out so many stories of hope, courage, sacrifice and love?
Everyone has a story to tell.....if only there were enough people who learnt the true art of listening with their souls.
it also made me rather aware that there could have been another 5 year old running around, possibly making my brother and I buy rainbow coloured streamers and a cartoon cake for mom. What would this child look like? I sometimes wonder. Would he/she inherit the dark brown stright hair from mom just like my brother and I? Would our eyes be the same? Would he/she try to outshine his/her brother and sister by having thicker lips than me or a cheekier smile than my brother? Oh i do wonder....
Yet these things make me realise that in all these years, my mother has taught me more things than i know.
She has taught me courage in times of adversity and strength, the zeal to stand up and realise our mistakes and move on but never forgetting the lesson.
She has taught me to cherish life and each child, every heartbeat of it.
I may not be the most courageous, nor the nicest or kindest.
But i know for one thing that I will learn from and write my own story in life.
And i also want to learn of the stories of people all over........
Heart warming stories, that speak the truth of everyday life.
Happy Birthday Mom=)
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