Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts
In just 12 more days, I will be the legal wife of the man who has been loving me unconditionally from the start, even when I haven't then.

I feel differently the same, should this make any sense. 7 years of relationship cum partnership, yet we knew each other 10 years ago, became close friends 9 years ago. We can practically proclaim "I've known her/him for almost half my life". Thus becoming legal spouses is merely a change to the 'official' status, just a paper ceremony. This way, everything remains. Yet, there are going to be so many upcoming phases and 'life' projects awaiting us - these are different tastes of life to be experienced. 

Building our love nest is going to be exciting, temporarily casting aside the months of hard works to be done which have already began. The end product is definitely going to be worthwhile, we are certain.

Moving out physically from my comfort home I've been with since birth, I'm already having tearful thoughts and moments now and then. So much emotional adaptations to make. Not coming back to my heroine welcoming me home, saying she knows it's me just by the sound of my footsteps with my hero giving his classic slight smirk to her quirky comment. Not coming back to my siblings ordering food delivery and asking whether to count me in. Not coming back to my parents having their eyes glued to HK/Korean drama series and debating over their differing predictions of the next scene. Not coming back to my brother cooking maggie mee and stealing a few mouths from his bowl without him ever complaining. Not coming back to the bed my siz and I share till today and having random conversations, discussions, gossips till either of us falls asleep. So many many more. Some may be embarrassed to admit or even mention how attached they are to their family. Not me. I proudly declare how emotionally and physically attached I am to my most precious family, Just like the wordings on my back dictate, "My family is beautiful because they make me believe that I am, by showing me how worthy I am to be loved, and because of them, I'm being nurtured to love." How to not be deeply attached to parts of your own soul? 

Fortunate thing is our own nest is still considered near to my comfort home so I'll still be able to get my healthy dose of emotional pill. 

Each love journey to its own, and I pray for all love to be equal in the eyes of all. No love is inferior. No love should be disregarded. No love should be measured by gender, race, nationality. Love doesn't have to be further complicated by the narrow mindsets of others, it is beautiful, whether it is between the same or different gender/race/nationality. He loves her for her. He loves him for him. So why should gender come into the picture? 

I'm digressing. It's just that, I want him to be happy too. 
Back to where it makes me sick to my stomach, again. Seeing/knowing the minute respect people give to their parents according to their temperament, always makes me cringe. I swallowed my opinions, when I'm not even one who does, just to put a halt to my outburst of temper.

What's the point of being able to sing along to your favorite songs, to laugh at your favorite variety shows/dramas, to download (illegally) movies/songs from your laptop when you don't even give the due respect to the ones who paid for the monthly Ethernet subscription fee? 

What's the point of being able to doze off on your bed, hang the new clothes that you bought in your closet when you don't even give the due respect to the ones who provide this roof over your head? 

What's the point of knowing to have the most basic politeness towards those in the customer service line when you don't even shower such fundamental courtesy to your own parents? 

What's the point of growing up healthily when you don't even give the due respect to the ones who gave you this life? 

They're hitting their fifties while we're just about to step into adulthood. The time they've spent raising us up, the hardship they're going through just to ensure we've a comfortable & stable roof over our heads. Sure we don't live luxuriously, but at least we don't have to worry about food & accommodation. They slog their guts out for us. Their work is purely physical. Imagine you at their age, having going through such physical labor for more than half of your life, imagine the toll it does to your physique. If all these aren't worth the biggest respect they deserve, I don't know what is. 

We all know life has an expiry date, we just don't know when that is and it's because of this uncertainty coupled with the limited lifespan that should make us fear and in turn cherish them when they're still able to see us. What if you wake up one day to find them gone? What if you wake up one day to your own parents who don't recognize who you are? Just what if? By then, it'd all be too late. Too late for you to reciprocate to them in ways they best deserve. 
The night when I gave Redbull his early surprise birthday gift - Trevase watch. 
Who doesn't love surprises right? 

With his new watch wrapped around his wrist, we headed to Marche for dinner and had their pasta for the first time which could taste perfect if the pasta was cooked al dente. 
The stir fried mushroom couldn't taste any better because mushrooms can never go wrong. NEVER. 

While waiting to catch Grown Ups.
Look! Admiring his watch again.



Don't you find it contradicting how parents who are supposedly grown ups start to blabber all the baby talks to their precious child? I'm guilty of that too. Speaking in the 'cute' & 'adorable' manner to babies, how silly do we appear in the babies' eyes? Imagine if babies could speak language that we're able to decipher. They'd probably be thinking with a smirk face, 
"Oh no, stop trying to speak like I do cause you aren't even close."

When we become parents of our own children one day, I wonder what unforgettable memories are going to be etched into our hearts. 
My child,

When I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me
In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive, always having selfpity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’
Please repeat what you said or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a ballon? You repeated yourself over and over until you get what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person.Please don’t force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old peoople get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older.
And if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes.
I’m always all by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes, and I get ill and bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand and give me strength to face death.

And don’t worry..
When I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in his ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom and Dad.
Thank you so much for your care.
We love you.

With much love,
Mom and Dad

(Adapted)

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