A while has it been since I really looked at love and knew what it was. And when the one I loved stomped on love like it was a finished cigar butt, love lost its light. And I… I lost its meaning. But then again, it was I who was looking at the wrong places, wrong faces.
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Now, love is when…
- he runs to the kitchen to look at what I am cooking.
- she takes time to say, “Smellin’ good Mom!” on her way to the phone, and even when she is on the phone.
- he says, “Good night sweet Mommy!”
- she looks at me with tears in her eyes and says, “I will never ever stop loving you, Mom.”
- he thinks no one can ever smell better than me in the morning, at noon and night. Even at bedtime.
- she knows every pair of earrings I have and where I got them.
- he thinks I am the best Greensleeves singer in the universe.
- she draws, sketches and composes songs about no one else but me.
- he never misses the “I love you Mom! See you at 2 o’clock!” when I drop him off at school.
- she leaves the home-made cards of “I miss you loads and toads, Mommy” when I have to be away.
- he hands me a Kleenex when I sneeze, cry, sob and chop some onions.
- she reminds me about the morning hugs before we get in the car.
- they are the reason I wake up every day and sleep every night.
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The whole world can go tumbling down with its Jack and Jill.
I am at the top of the hill.
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Questa è Enida 
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Alhamdulillah you got lovely kids. Moga mereka kuat dan berjaya.
Thank you Zany! I have soooo much to be thankful for. Sangat-sangat blessed. 🙂
the best kind of love 🙂
Oh indeed, Shareen! The kind of love that wraps like a warm blanket in the middle of a bitter winter.
saya pun nak sayang mak saya macam nih. saya pun nak anak saya sayang saya macam ni. Sangat beruntung!
Tu laaa, bukan susah sangat nak sayang Mak. Nasib baik saya sempat sayang Mak saya sepenuh jiwa raga. Saya tau mak saya bahagia dengan anak-anak sewaktu ada hayatnya.
yup true… this brings tears to my eyes, literally! there are many kinds of love in this world – the one you found and lost, perhaps that’s the transient one but these TWO ones that you have right now stands the test of time.. They will still call you mommy right till they’re eighty! 😀
I never thought of that, Pai! Thank you for reminding me that Monchies will forever call me Mommy. (That is the most manja word from children, I must admit. Walaupun sometimes when they go, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” tu rasa macam nak jentik telinga sendiri.)