I know one day, you will miss them.
You’re going to miss their deafening loudness and innocence hassles and the peak of their dirty shirts and countless toys.
You will miss them in your room while hanging out, watching you dress and crying out loud.
Soon you will miss them when they grow up and you get the break you want.
You will miss them needing you all the time because they’ll find comforts with friends or other people whom they liked.
You’re going to miss everything because when they own their freedom, you didn’t own their time.
So while still possible, enjoy their childhood and bear the hardship. Never say “hope you will grow up fast” because surely, one day, you will miss them, you will miss your little ones.
Someone proposed to me!
I don’t know why this kid suddenly grab the plastic flowers and kneel down in front of me. I was smiling and said yes, I do. I bet he was watching some TV drama and tend to imitate it. Ha-ha. He was so cute. I told him to kneel down for a while so I can take pictures for our cute memory and he listened.
Some couple dream of big house
Or a brand new car,
Some hope for stable job
or more money in their banks.
One couple’s dream of nothing else
Not a pride, but a child
A room with crib and a cradle,
Clothes and toys inside.
Their prayers have been answered
Nothing to be feared anymore,
But only gladness and excitement
Rejoice their heart to the Lord!
One love is looking at your children’s laughter.
To be in the middle class society, I would say I have a hard time getting and receiving what I want. My parents were always tough in budgeting, that they would only first provide me all the basic needs and the rest were just like always on the line.
When I was young I always wanted to have a beautiful doll and a bicycle. In fairness, my parents gave me one doll but it was worn out already and has a very ugly face. I played with it since I have no choice to be fussy. Later, I learned to make a paper doll which was more satisfying and lasting for my pleasure. Unfortunately, I never had my own bicycle; it was out of my reach. I was just able to borrow from friends and rented from our neighbors.
When I looked back at my younger years, I was lack of material things and I always wondered about it. I always asked the heaven why we are not rich and yet never heard an answer. Despite of it, I can always consider my childhood with a very happy time in my life. I was free then. No worries. No burden.
I wish I could go back the old times and enjoy it more.
#365 days of writing prompts# Out of reach