Induced thoughts....

Just visited an old fren Nada at the maternity ward after the delivery of her No. 2 Abdullah. He is so cute! Tiny boy as compared to US the 50kg giants. He was in his comfy position close to his mama, eyes all closed in absolute comfortable and maybe secretly listening to us talking about him, his delivery.... hee...

Then when Saz his daddy fed him, he got restless after a few sucks... he opened his eyes to examine the world around him. Then the stuck his hands out of the enveloping blanket and woah... what LONG fingers he's got! Amazing! His curious eyes wondered around the room, where there was light, sound, movement or speech.

Interesting that such a small little fella can display so much interest in these daily mandane things that we've taken for granted.

For his parents, they'll have to re-start the journey of teaching him what to do and what not to do... ha ha ha....

After understanding the aftermath of delivery, I'm begining to deepen my (aldy very deep respect) for those who has gone through labour. The contractional pains, the uncertainties in labour, the risks of childbearing... the list goes on.

Every mother deserves a gold medal or something!

Yet, as the child grows, the child loses their dependency on their parents and it is during these times that the bond between parent and child is lost. Perhaps the children these days are simply not so "obedient" or "fillial" therefore parents have endless examples of tested authority. Could it be that the parents are also failing to realise that their kids no longer need them as providers?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that parents should start to appreciate the smallest things that their kids do for them rather than pointing out all their shortcomings. As the kids grow older, its their turns to make their own mistakes and learn them. Perhaps I'll soften and refute all this when I've my own kids or much older... But I hope to remember this for as long as I can and practise it. =D