Stories For My Mother .4
The past few entries were a bit sad in tone, sorry about that. That is what happened when one reminiscene, especially those sad episodes where you don't know where you get the strength to pull through.I would like to remember some happy events as well. Hmm, I don't believe it, I have to think very long and I can't really remember an incident where my mom really laughed and be hearty. When I was much much younger, yes, but towards the sunset years, it was much lesser and I didn't realise it until today, gosh...
I only can remember that when I was working in Singapore, every few months, I would take leave and come home to hometown in Melaka for like a week. It never ceases to amaze me how that small little visit were always cherished by our parents. She would fuss over me, cook my favourite dishes and the best thing, that I can remember of, was us, both my mother and I, would chit-chat late into the night. We will chat for hours on end. Mostly, I will tell her about incidences, my new found friends and their antics, of how they are taking good care of me that she shouldn't worry about me, etc etc. In a way, it was a reassurance to her that her son has finally grown up and that she don't have to worry too much about him anymore. I didn't realise it then, but I think those conversation filled up some loneliness of a mother's heart.
All of our siblings were closed to our mother, but the closest were my sister and I. May be it was my nature to be a good councel and listener, many a times, I would end up advising my mother to pretend not to see many things that would end up agitating her. It served no purpose, I told her. To her credit, she listened to my advise (some of it anyway). Originating from a different era, it was tough for her to accept many of the changes, especially in the attitude of the young people.
I guess, she was happiest when she can fussed over her children, like me, like my sister and the rest of the siblings. But mostly us, the two youngest as the rest were all married with family of their own. One thing I think I have inherited from my mother is the ability to keep things hidden in the heart, see through some things and then make some decision on the spot.
posted by d'Frog Prince @ 10:38 PM
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