Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Well, it's me again. 2nd post for the week. When did this last happened? Ha. A cup of nice earl grey tea also seems to give me the motivation to blog.
A lot of my friends like to call me a Mummy Boy. Reasons being that my mum would always call and check if I am ok (Yes. I am 27 now), prepare my breakfast for me and always nagging me on what to do and not to do in front of others. I, for my part obey most of her instructions.
Not trying to diffuse the above fact. But I am doing some thinking here and felt that they might not know the full reason behind all these. I am sure most of you know that I came from a single family by now.
One of the most clear memories that I had of my childhood was my mum drinking and smoking alone in the living room. She had just put me to bed and thought that I was sound asleep. I had not and took a peek to see what she was doing.
And there she was. Weeping alone with tears streaming down her face. I was feeling lost then. For I was too young to fathom why she was weeping. All I knew then was that I must make sure that she doesn't do this again in the future.
It was only when I am older that I realize that it must have been a combination of loneliness, stress of bringing up a child alone and the heartache of betrayal by your husband. This also explained the reason for my mother being so close to me.
She didn't had the luxury of having a loving husband by her side through the years. Neither did she had a lot of close friends as she had lost contact with most of them due to her time being taken away by me. Yes. The same person who is being called a Mummy Boy.
She could have quite a substantial sum of savings at the rate she was working from then till now. She might have found a new guy in her life. A new guy who can walk with her down a path we call life. She might even be able to travel aboard, volunteering her time for the needy or simply taking life easy.
All the above make me felt that I was a stepping stone in her life. All the above spur me on to do all I can for her. Not sure if people realize this. Life as a child growing up in a single family is really different from a complete family. Definitely not trying to gain sympathy here but I am willing to be called a mummy boy. To be honest, I am not even slightly bother by it. I am sure you guys know the reason by now. That is if you had the effort to read up to here. ;)
Super Mum!!!
You can take a picture of something you see. In the future where will I be?
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