Though not their first time on public transportation, this is the first time taking bus on their own. In the past, when I enrolled the boys to summer camps, one of my deciding factor for the camp is to figure out how to get them there. I often have to work around my schedule to accommodate transporting them to the destination.
This year when I signed up the boys for this camp few months ago, I thought maybe it’s time for them to take the bus.For the most part, they were pretty lucky this week to get rides from uncles to and back. Of course when the time came, I was very nervous. On the first day, I took the bus with them. Though not their first time on public transportation, this is the first time taking bus on their own. No phones or books, so they can always stay alert with their surroundings. Mr. Piggy gave Dai Bee a phone so he can text/call me when he gets to school. Clearly, they were ready all along. It was just me, who wasn’t.
Today, my co-worker and I had a long talk about letting go. She has a teenager now, and with just one, it’s extremely for her to let go. She’s going through an emotional roller coaster ride with her moody teenager. Her daughter was all she has, and she finds it extremely difficult to see the big change, in personality and life style.
At that point, I realized as a parent, raising children requires us to constantly letting go. I think I (as a parent) should be used to it by now. Don’t you think? From the moment a parent breastfeed her child to giving him solid food a year later, from driving them to places to having them take public transportation, or from making their meals to having them doing it on their own, it’s all part of the letting go process. As my boys get older, each step they take towards adulthood makes a little bit harder for me to hold on to them. Though each milestone is a celebration, the “firsts” are always bittersweet. In some way, that’s the irony about being a parent – how I always want to train our kids to become independent, yet we still want to slow down the time, so we can always hold them like a baby once again.
This is one of the more relaxing Mother’s Day as long as I remembered. In the past, I am always the one planning for activities for Mother’s Day (for my side). It’s normally an all day event where I have to coordinate with everyone. From getting a place to the ensure a balanced food list, it’s quite a hassle (not to mention finding a restaurant that will house so many of us for dinner). With everyone’s weekend extracurriculars, I find it even more difficult to gather everyone. Year after year, I realized I don’t really get to enjoy some time off. This year, I decided not to do anything. Just sit back and relax.
I took the boys to play at a senior home during the day. Both played piano this time. Dai Bee also brought his violin (unwillingly) to play. He really hates to perform. However, when I told him to play 1 minute (an excerpt from any piece he’s been practicing). He ended up playing the 5-minute piece, followed by a long applause by one of the elders.
For Mr. Piggy’s family, the sisters decided to celebrate Mother’s Day on the same day as my side which means Mr. Piggy and I have to be in different places. For my side, after everyone went out of her way to veto my idea of having Indian food for mother’s day dinner, we did potluck for dinner. This is how I want to spend my weekend.
My granny nanny recently admitted to a senior home. After a couple of falls, doctors from hospital and rehab center all agree she can no longer live by herself. On paper, she’s 110. In real life, she’s pretty close to 100. No diet restrictions and still sharp as a razor, she’s pretty amazing for her age. Looking around the senior home, she seems to be the healthiest one there!
The doctor told us after the recent fall, her balance is a bit off. In a way, I’m glad she’s residing in a senior home now. She’s been living by herself for some time now. Besides the 24/7 care, there’s definitely more social interaction now in her life. We will frequent more in the coming days to help her acclimate her new environment.
Today, I brought my boys to visit her. I had Dai Bee play piano at the senior home (with consent by nurses). Of course, he was hesitant at first. I encourage (more like forced) him to play. After a push and a nudge, the nursing home was filled with Chopin’s music. All the nurses and workers peeped in their heads to check where the music came from. He doesn’t enjoy the spotlight at all. I often tell him he has a special gift to play music. And that he should be proud of this gift, which sometimes can bring joy to others.
Interrupted the boys on their computer time to get some help with wrapping the dumplings. No pouting or moaning, just jumped right into it. As I listened to them discussing the different ways of building something in the MineCraft world, I felt so lucky to be there with them. Though I can’t really join their conversation, but just watching them, helping out, chatting, giggling, healthy and happy, is all that any mother would want to see. I’m truly blessed.
Ah Lo to Dai Bee: “She’s our perfect mom…”
Dai Bee back to Ah Lo: “Nobody is perfect, so she’s not perfect, she’s a good mom, just not perfect…”
Ah Lo: “But still, she tries to be perfect…because she lets us do most of the stuff we want.”
Dai Bee: “I know, that’s why she’s a good mom. Nobody is perfect.”
Ok, we now know who the sweet talker is…
“Today I am thankful for some quiet time…”
This is a rare weekend when we don’t have anything planned and no where to go. Well, the last 3 weekends were jam packed with parties back to back. So I was glad we are free this one weekend. This is also one of the very rare weekends when I felt absolutely lethargic. I decided to stay in bed all day long. I don’t quite remember the last time I did that. I don’t even remember I get this luxury when I was sick. Yes, staying in bed all day is considered a luxury when you become a mom!
Mr. Piggy fixed breakfast, lunch and dinner for us. I enjoyed my “day off” so much, I became greedy. I asked if there were any fruits (as desserts) after dinner. I stared at Mr. Piggy’s direction. Funny thing was that the boys immediately came to his rescue and demanded, “Baba needs a break!” Oh? I said. Dai Bee continued, “Yes, Baba made us breakfast, lunch and dinner today. He deserves a break.” And then Ah Lo added, “Yeah, you were so lazy all day long. You just slept in bed and watched the Olympics.” I couldn’t stop laughing. Of course the boys didn’t find what they said had any humor to it. I guess moms have been profiled to be the ones with the superpower to cook, clean and raise the kids. To them, that’s what moms do. Sure, we can do it all year round and need not any breaks. When Daddy-o takes over in a blue moon, he works too hard and deserves a break.
By the way, Dai Bee, thanks for noticing Mr. Piggy’s one day of hard work. Are women that much more capable of handling multiple jobs at once than men? That’s a whole new blog. For now, I’m just grateful Mr. Piggy allows me to be lazy every now and then.
“Today I am thankful for the warm meals…”