Mummy went to Kuala Lumpur on Friday for her Girls’ Brigade meeting. When mummy is not at home, everything seems not right.
Mummy is my alarm clock. She is an alarm clock that never fails. She will wake me up at 5:30 am if it is a school day. I always say, “Five minutes.” But, I think it is only one minute, she will call again. When mummy is not at home, I have to put two alarm clocks and my handphone at my bedside. The handphone is for my mummy to telephone me at 5:30 am. I always sleep through the alarm clock, but the telephone ring always wakes me up. The telephone ring means mummy calling! After half an hour, mummy will call again to make sure that I have showered and dressed ready for school. One time I joke with mummy. Half an hour later, when she called, I pretended that I was still in my dream and answered the phone with a sleepy voice. Mummy said, “You are late!” Then, I burst into laughter.
I learn to be punctual from mummy. When mummy says 5:30 am she will call me, it means 5:30 am. She is an alarm clock that never fails. She is an alarm clock that rings with love.
Mummy is my most trusted driver. She is always there at the school gate when the school is over. When mummy is not at home, I am worried that the driver forgets to fetch me.
I learn to keep my words from mummy. When mummy says she will be at the school gate, she will be there, rain or shine.
Mummy is also my best friend. She knows my every needs, even before I speak. Sometimes, I wonder how she knows. Whenever I ask she will always smiles and says that I am his son and she knows all my tricks. I guess she must be like me when she was small. Therefore, with mummy around, I can’t be naughty. But, without mummy around, everything seems not right, I would not want to be naughty anyway.
Mummy is my alarm clock. She is an alarm clock that never fails. She will wake me up at 5:30 am if it is a school day. I always say, “Five minutes.” But, I think it is only one minute, she will call again. When mummy is not at home, I have to put two alarm clocks and my handphone at my bedside. The handphone is for my mummy to telephone me at 5:30 am. I always sleep through the alarm clock, but the telephone ring always wakes me up. The telephone ring means mummy calling! After half an hour, mummy will call again to make sure that I have showered and dressed ready for school. One time I joke with mummy. Half an hour later, when she called, I pretended that I was still in my dream and answered the phone with a sleepy voice. Mummy said, “You are late!” Then, I burst into laughter.
I learn to be punctual from mummy. When mummy says 5:30 am she will call me, it means 5:30 am. She is an alarm clock that never fails. She is an alarm clock that rings with love.
Mummy is my most trusted driver. She is always there at the school gate when the school is over. When mummy is not at home, I am worried that the driver forgets to fetch me.
I learn to keep my words from mummy. When mummy says she will be at the school gate, she will be there, rain or shine.
Mummy is also my best friend. She knows my every needs, even before I speak. Sometimes, I wonder how she knows. Whenever I ask she will always smiles and says that I am his son and she knows all my tricks. I guess she must be like me when she was small. Therefore, with mummy around, I can’t be naughty. But, without mummy around, everything seems not right, I would not want to be naughty anyway.
Yes, it still brings a tear to my eyes, and a smile to my face. I have been away from home - into my sixth month - and see how he has grown. He can cook a meal! This is a school project that they are required to cook a breakfast! Enjoy the setting, the food and the happy boys!
Taking a peep at Chris' facebook, I found this thing called "Social Interview". The "Social Interview" asked, If you are arrested who would you call with your one phone call? The answer is "MY MUM". Mum is still the one!
4 comments:
Can see the close tie up of you and Chris. He loves his mummy very much. I wish my kids will be like Chris also when I have kids.
Superman,
If you spend quality time with your children, that's the bonding time. Teach them while they are young - not by words, but by our own actions and deeds! He..he.. my two-sense worth!
BTW, I do not know why, I like to call my children - children, instead of "kids". Whenever I hear of kids, I feel like having many young goats running around my feet! So, they are children!
Blessing, blessing - it's a great blessing to have such a wonderful boy you can proudly call your son, :p.
Indeed Yan. You are so blessed to have a boy like Chris and likewise him, to have a mum like you! :)
He looks more mature now.
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