I like to look at old photographs and see how much we have changed through the years and maybe reminiscence on the past as well. Yes, I can be quite sentimental.
And speaking of the past, I happened to bump into an ex JC classmate last Thursday in Tampines. She was with her mother, her maid and her 11-month old son. Furthermore, her second son will be due this December. Honestly, I could never image her as a mother, and much less a mother of two soon too! Well, I guess we are getting older and this is a reality I cannot run away from.
I went to the children's home again on Thursday evening. The girls were doing their devotion and sang some worship songs. They knew all the songs by heart and as I sat there listening to them, tears just swell up in my eyes because it was such a lovely sight. After that, we taught them how to make sock puppets, and it proved to be quite a challenge as there was only so few helpers. The children had quite a fun (albeit wild) time though.
Priscilla later told us that most of these children come from troubled family backgrounds and a number of them had been subjected to physical or sexual abuse. Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." (Matthew 19:14). Yet it was their closest kins who have hurt them the most. At least at the home, they would be able to find the solace that they need, though it might never be a substitute for a real home.
I think it takes so much to be a parent. To be responsible for a little person's life. Cos the emotional scars that were formed during childhood would inevitably be brought into adulthood, and further perpetuate when that child, who is now grown-up, has children of his own as well.
I don't think I ever want to be a mother...
Posted on 8 Nov, Saturday, 10.20pm.
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