Because sometime puting thoughts into words can be tough
But this new group of blogging moms I know recently really makes me want to put up something on this space
So I dug out this … though I know it is far from speaking a thousand words
So here’s to the budding photographer
to the zealous writer
to the mothers
and to myself
Keep on writing
Keep on shooting
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Some do it with hands clasped
Some with incense sticks
Others with chanting beads
Down on all fours, desperately pleading, praying, wishing, connecting
Faith is believing what you can’t see
Trusting what you can’t reason
It is what gives strength during the darkest moment
It is what gives hope when the world shatters
Believing that you can come through even when you can’t see light
To the mighty God
To the merciful deity
To the formless absolute
To the gust of wind
and red pump shoes
Miracle happens because you believe
Life has been a little crazy for the past weeks when my dad was hospitalized
I would bring the boys along with me to the hospital everyday, sometime twice a day
Then both my boys got sick and I realized it wasn’t such a good idea to be exposing them to all the germs and bacteria in the ward
I worked out a schedule
I cooked dinner while my younger boy took his afternoon nap, packed the food in thermal pots
In the evening I picked up my elder boy from school, drove them to the hospital and had dinner with their grandparents
My mum is fussy with her food and anything home cooked is better than anything else outside
My dad, he needed the fresh air
Simple task like sitting up was good exercise for him
For more than a week the kids ate their dinner from disposable plates and cultery within the hospital compound
Finally, late last week the doctor gave the green light for us to bring my dad home
It was a happy day
The kids and I celebrated with home made pizza
Life’s good to be rolling pizza dough with the kids and loading it up with our favorite toppings
It’s a bliss to see them gobble everything up within minutes
And I know they meant it when they said they miss Mummy’s pizza
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Oh gosh, it has been close to 3 weeks since I last written on this space
I realised how easy it is to abandon this space when life goes topsy-turvy
The 15 days of Lunar New Year celebration had just ended and we spent most part of it next to my father, in the hospital where he was warded
We almost lost him to a very bad infection
It happened so fast, too fast
and we barely had time to react, much less call and inform all our friends and relatives
Within days, the bacteria crippled his strong and healthy body
Everything inside him started failing
Our lives came to a standstill and all we could do was hope for the best
..
….
Thankfully, he is recovering now and life is slowly back to where it paused
It is good to wake up to the sun rise
and watch the deciduous leaves dance under the glorious sun
To pray for divine power beyond flesh and blood … is faith
To have him back … is grace
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SO I was really trying to declutter
but I have to confess
I suck at throwing things
I couldn’t part with my elder boy’s worn and tattered baby shoes
His first pair of shoes that mark his walking milestone
I dug out his preschool worksheets
just to have them slot back neatly into the file
Here’s how his first stroke looks like when he learned to write
I pulled out his old books from the shelf
those that I read to him so often till he could remember every single word
I can hold on to them a bit longer, his younger brother might love them as much
You can count on me to come up with reasons ‘Why Not To Throw Things’
Every item brings back memories
Going through them put me under emotional strain
It is more tiring than doing a 10km run or 1km swim !
Then I opened up my craft box
one spewed with craft materials that I had amassed over the years
It is embarrassing how much I had accumulated
They can last me a lifetime making greeting cards
So in an effort to clear my craft box
I made enough cherry blossom to fill up every corner of my house this year and probably my mum’s house as well
I made Martha Stewart’s cherry blossom
and my very own pussy willow rolled from cotton balls
I guess I wouldn’t be visiting any nursery this year
and spare me the agony of watching the new year flowers wither and die under my care
These flowers made from twigs collected from an abandoned grassland, left over coloured tissue paper and pigeon cotton balls saved from my toddler’s babyhood can probably last me a lifetime or till the next time when I find enough energy and courage to declutter
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