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Update : Growing Wings

My kids, nieces and nephews are all growing up and spreading their own wings to fly off, away from the safety of their nests.

Speaking of which, I missed my young nephew's 100-day celebration. In my defense, whenever there is a gathering, it was almost always a dinner and I thought the same when my sister messaged me (in detail, let me add).

Did I notice that it said 12pm - 3.30pm? No, I did not. All I saw was the venue and date, a Saturday. And I thought 'Fabulous! No need to plan for Saturday dinner!' And then I saw the location and said to my kid 'OK, I don't know this place. I should Uber or Waze my way there'. That was the end of it and thought no further. I should be shot. XD

Why the automatic assumption that it was dinner, Marsha?!

Well...maybe because most of the time, it IS dinner?

Anyway, there are talks of college, universities, future jobs, plans for life overseas, leaving the roost, when the hell are we ever going to see you again, will you be instagramming more often, passing of hand-written notes as a form of encouragement for when the kid gets home-sick, writing of little messages and posing for pictures.


There are some who understand that everything is moving and flowing around them, and that one thrives by letting go rather than holding on. There are those at peace, who are deeply well, even in challenging circumstances - Tricycle Magazine 
I don't think I will ever forget the fact that the kids who used to roam the house in diapers, dance to Teletubbies, pretend to be Ultraman(s) and Power Rangers are now adults and trying to find their spot in this world. Even the strongest of mother or father is bound to break down a little when given enough alcohol. #lol #sorrynotsorry #IRL #truestory

They were little kids biting each other noses off while fighting for a push toy. They were the ones who clammered to the one room in the house, all legs and hands over each other, in their own world, discussing things that we adults are not supposed to know. They were the ones who called each other names and sucker punched each other and then envelop each other in powerful cousin-hugs.

In short, these little ones are no longer so little and to say that it's a little scary is an understatement.

In a way, we are happy, of course, that they're pretty well-balanced, well-behaved and responsible kids/adults. Nothing stays status quo in this life, kids included. That is why the 'second batch' of kids from my side of the family is kind of a deja vu for me and when the time comes for them to be all grown up, I think I will be more prepared for it.

However, even with THAT said, I don't want to think about it. Not yet, anyway. =)
“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” 
― Tom Bodett
And, THAT, we have.
Credit : Cuba Gallery on Flickr (Kids)

Love,
Marsha

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