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I Need A New Baby

Today, finally dragged my (and my son's) butt to the National Registration Department to get my younger son's IC done. I have been dragging this out since he turned 12, which was more than 2 months ago.

I think there is more to this act of procrastination than just laziness. There is the 'letting go' part that many non-parents don't feel or see or recognize.

No, he is not leaving home yet but it is sort of a mark in his life and mine that signifies that he is officially a Malaysian citizen, not having to sit under the umbrella of his parents' names and identities. I told him if he stole something or did something bad now, he would have to be accountable as a citizen of Malaysia now. LOL

As a parent, I dragged my feet a little because it means that he is no longer my baby. I have no baby left in this house so, I got plants. Hahahaha! No, I am not ready for a pet, thank you. It sort of feel like if he wanted to do something 'mature', I would have to let him now that he is 'big enough'.

I don't know, I got over that thing just in time because school holidays would be over soon and I don't want him to have to miss class just to get his IC done. So, on the last working day of this two-week school holiday, I got it done. Don't say I don't live dangerously. ;-)


Here, meet (one of my) new baby,
Love,
Marsha
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