初一reminiscing

peaceful playtime #brosforlife

peaceful playtime #brosforlife

Reunion dinners been done and dusted, and so are the first day of visitations. Thank you for taking care of my kids’ future education hor. Hahaha. Huat ah!

This year’s lunar new year is bringing out a lot of emotions. Probably because of the reunion dinners and the photos taken. This year, we managed to take a fair few family photos, wefie and what nots. We spent one of the dinners at a new flat, another with a different set up. This year, the reunion dinners were more complete. It is always nice to have everyone turn up, bar the ones who live overseas.

This year, I noticed that the older ones aged even more; the younger ones have grown up (got a cougar gushing over them, not me!!); and then the realisation that we are growing older too. I watched Ollie run around with his cousins, and skipped & hopped his way to the car.

I told Donald that he is no longer a toddler, but a little boy now. He looks different. He speaks differently, and he treats QT differently.

We are soon getting to the stage where our parents first were when we were young. At 35 and 33 this year. How time flies. Like seriously. And I started thinking about how our dinners will be like in the future. Will they continue being this boisterous in the future? As each of us set up our families, and rush off to visit the other side of the family, time is cut shorter for each visit. I remembered hanging out at my paternal grandma’s house for 3 hours. Now with obligations earlier in the morning, I spend half the time there. Previously, we would hang around at Donald’s aunt’s flat till about 10-ishpm before going home. With kids, we left the place at the kids’ bedtime. In fact, this year, everyone left kinda early.

I wonder what our future lunar new year will be like. How apt as we were singing the song “Que, sara sara” in the car. What will be, will be.

Visitations also made me think about our responsibility as children to look after our parents when they are older. I am fortunate that both Donald and I have been instilled with values that family ties are important, which was part of our reason to return to Singapore, so that our kids would grow up surrounded by family. And I am glad Ollie is now at the age where he is better able to appreciate his cousins and aunties & uncles. Last count at the recent birthday celebration, we have over 70 members between two families, and we are still adding on! In fact, we will have a latest addition come tomorrow!!

Omg, can’t wait!! *bounces around*

That aside, on a slightly more morbid note, a Jay Chou song, 世界未末日, I was listening to, was the catalyst to starting this whole emo thought process. And I voiced it out to Donald yesterday. It was a song about living life to the fullest, as though it was the last day of your life. Which got me wondering what I knew that I had till tomorrow to live, would I be ready to go or have a lot of regrets?

The truth was, I wouldn’t be ready to go. I still had a lot of unfinished business to do. I want to be able to go on dates with Donald again like when we were first dating. I want to be cooking up a storm in the kitchen like I would for some special meals. I want to bake bread. I want to have another kid and go through the whole being pregnant and labour process.

I want to put Ollie to bed at night and have him look at me in the dark and say “mummy, sing me a song.”

I want to pick QT up from the cot after each nap and hear him go, “mama, bah bah.”  and have him smack his lips as kisses.

I want to write the boys a book, just for them. Illustrated by me.

I want the business to grow so crazily that people know who we are, both BLM & TDCC.

So many things I want to do. Better find time to do it now. Else..who knows, I might die in my sleep tonight eh? Haha. Sleep first, tomorrow’s a brand new day. Time to buck up for the year ahead.

 

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