This story is worth to share. It's a really touching story especially for mothers who really cares for their children.
4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder,how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? Shemust be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable totaking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feelingthat I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physicaland emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, Ihad to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking thatthere was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left afterinforming my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I amhome. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy.So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into theroom, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intentionof just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was brokenporcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies thesource of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a messon the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, chargedstraight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give hima good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except ashort explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you werenot back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But Iremembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove withoutany adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot waterfrom the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other isfor me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hidit under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot toremind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn'twant my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom andcried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, Iwent towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication onhim, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the messon the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed myson's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on hislittle buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, tofocus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend tomost of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduatingfrom kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lastingimpression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. Thistime, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absencefrom school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him toexplain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, callingout his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happilyplaying computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack thehell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organizedby his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that wasthe reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has keptto himself and stayed in his room to practice his writing, which I amsure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makesme proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It'swinter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is inevery passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, myson got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from theday's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the postmaster was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son hasAttempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did makea promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as Ifeel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, asbefore, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason toexplain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office tocollect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrilyquestioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued toask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son'sreply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each timeI reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was notable to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox,I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, ifyou have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reachmummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soonafter, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn theletters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt helpopening the letter before they turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and theschool invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so Idid not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as Iwas afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dadwent around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat infront of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dadwas furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I didnot tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you andwhenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in hisroom. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our owngood I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can youplease appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you?I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whomyou miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haventyou appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replacethe irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
For the females with children:Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must besome kind of problems within the company, and it is not your soleproblem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary bethe answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you cantreasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, noteven business nor clients.Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients aretotally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? Inthis society, no one is indispensable.Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your littleprecious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there:Beauty lies in loving yourself first.With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in otherthings around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don'tlet your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothingmatters more than your well being.
4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder,how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? Shemust be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable totaking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feelingthat I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physicaland emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, Ihad to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking thatthere was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left afterinforming my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I amhome. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy.So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into theroom, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intentionof just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was brokenporcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies thesource of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a messon the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, chargedstraight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give hima good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except ashort explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you werenot back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But Iremembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove withoutany adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot waterfrom the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other isfor me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hidit under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot toremind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn'twant my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom andcried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, Iwent towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication onhim, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the messon the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed myson's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on hislittle buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, tofocus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend tomost of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduatingfrom kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lastingimpression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. Thistime, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absencefrom school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him toexplain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, callingout his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happilyplaying computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack thehell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organizedby his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that wasthe reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has keptto himself and stayed in his room to practice his writing, which I amsure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makesme proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It'swinter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is inevery passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, myson got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from theday's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the postmaster was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son hasAttempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did makea promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as Ifeel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, asbefore, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason toexplain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office tocollect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrilyquestioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued toask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son'sreply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each timeI reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was notable to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox,I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, ifyou have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reachmummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soonafter, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn theletters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt helpopening the letter before they turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and theschool invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so Idid not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as Iwas afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dadwent around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat infront of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dadwas furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I didnot tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you andwhenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in hisroom. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our owngood I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can youplease appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you?I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whomyou miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haventyou appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replacethe irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
For the females with children:Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must besome kind of problems within the company, and it is not your soleproblem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary bethe answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you cantreasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, noteven business nor clients.Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients aretotally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? Inthis society, no one is indispensable.Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your littleprecious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there:Beauty lies in loving yourself first.With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in otherthings around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don'tlet your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothingmatters more than your well being.
- January 07, 2010
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