Two days ago was mother's day. Mother's day meant little to my family few years ago. My dad was the typical old school husband and father who didn't teach us the little things such as hugging and kissing your parents. While our family isn't disoriented, thanks God, we are not that warm either. My brother and I never really learnt how to show the gesture when you care about someone.
So my mum would envy other mothers when she saw them being hugged by their children. She would want us to do the same. But we didn't even see our dad and mum hold hands and hugging till recently. My mum is such a romantic but my dad just doesn't have that in his blood. Not to say that he doesn't know how to be romantic. He just couldn't make the sense out of it. Why is that so? Because he grew up in a family where his dad (my grandpa) was the dictator with iron hands. It becomes recursive.
If no changes happen to me, I will end up starting a family with similar problem. My children will grow up with little clue on how to treat and pamper people you care about. But I think.. well I sort of feel that I will do better. After all, I have my mum's blood.
Which brought me to her sms two days ago. She asked me if I remember what she taught me when I was small. I was in my Primary 1 or 2 back then, involved in fight with classmates every now and then. Yeah.. I have never been that sociable to begin with. When you are fat and the others taunt you nonstop, of course you gotta teach them some lessons so that they know it's not that beneficial to be skinny anyway. So I thought. My dad would be so proud of me everytime I reached home and told him my latest adventure. My mum would show the opposite reaction.
She would teach me to be courteous. For example, she told me that when someone drop his stuff, I have to pick it up for him so that in future they will do the same for me when I drop my stuff. I didn't really remember this until she reminded me two days ago. And it got me thinking.
All these advises that I don't really memorize but somehow it just stays with me. Actually I was never impressed with her gentle heart. I thought she suffered a lot because of that. I felt she would have been beter off if she is not that naive and gentle. She always try to be fair and honest. She tries not to side with anyone when her friends or sisters fight and guess what, both sides would end up disliking her. I often told her to be more egoistic, more realistic. I knew it was a terrible advise but I just couldn't stand all the injustice she faced. Not that she would change a single bit anyway.
It's funny though. For all my disagreement, somehow almost everyone would come to her and tell her that I looked so much like her. In the end, she is my mother and I am her child after all.
That's mother for you.
So my mum would envy other mothers when she saw them being hugged by their children. She would want us to do the same. But we didn't even see our dad and mum hold hands and hugging till recently. My mum is such a romantic but my dad just doesn't have that in his blood. Not to say that he doesn't know how to be romantic. He just couldn't make the sense out of it. Why is that so? Because he grew up in a family where his dad (my grandpa) was the dictator with iron hands. It becomes recursive.
If no changes happen to me, I will end up starting a family with similar problem. My children will grow up with little clue on how to treat and pamper people you care about. But I think.. well I sort of feel that I will do better. After all, I have my mum's blood.
Which brought me to her sms two days ago. She asked me if I remember what she taught me when I was small. I was in my Primary 1 or 2 back then, involved in fight with classmates every now and then. Yeah.. I have never been that sociable to begin with. When you are fat and the others taunt you nonstop, of course you gotta teach them some lessons so that they know it's not that beneficial to be skinny anyway. So I thought. My dad would be so proud of me everytime I reached home and told him my latest adventure. My mum would show the opposite reaction.
She would teach me to be courteous. For example, she told me that when someone drop his stuff, I have to pick it up for him so that in future they will do the same for me when I drop my stuff. I didn't really remember this until she reminded me two days ago. And it got me thinking.
All these advises that I don't really memorize but somehow it just stays with me. Actually I was never impressed with her gentle heart. I thought she suffered a lot because of that. I felt she would have been beter off if she is not that naive and gentle. She always try to be fair and honest. She tries not to side with anyone when her friends or sisters fight and guess what, both sides would end up disliking her. I often told her to be more egoistic, more realistic. I knew it was a terrible advise but I just couldn't stand all the injustice she faced. Not that she would change a single bit anyway.
It's funny though. For all my disagreement, somehow almost everyone would come to her and tell her that I looked so much like her. In the end, she is my mother and I am her child after all.
That's mother for you.
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