I am fifty six today. I was fifty five yesterday. Fifty five brought new perspectives about life and children to me. The things that has been inhabited my cognition has slowly been translated into my action. Sometimes I wonder if it is to late for me to make changes. But then I realize, late is an expression created to fill the gap of the opposite of early. Just do and believe that wonderful things will happen. As long as you do "positive" things, His blessings will always be part of it.
I feel a bit awkward when my husband and children woke me up at 12.00. I have never been treated like this before. Ooops I did, once, last year. Thanks to my daughters who bring a new meaning to birthdays. I had learned to accept birthday as a "not-important-day". Simply because I had not been treated that way, I changed my definition of birthday. It was immature of me. I was like a looser who lost the battle of life and surrendered. Thanks to my lovely children who now are more my gurus rather than the other way round. They are their own person and will soon become the pattern or model that others would copy or go against. Hopefully they are ready for this battle.
I love my children. The love that has gradually changed. I started with an aim to craft and possess children into the model that I learn from books. I later on realize, they are my dreams, but my children have their own dreams. I could not be what I dream of, how can I turn them into my dreams. I begin to learn to let them follow their own dreams. I am here, ready to be your partner to discuss dreams. Dreams can be good but dreams can also be dangerous. Dream the dreams of your own, dont let other people put their dreams into your head.
