Since my last few entries, the movement control order or MCO in KL has been extended three times. Most of us have accepted this and are forced to make do holding up at home longer. I know and I hear that it is challenging for a lot of people, single or married with kids. It’s difficult for everyone equally but God willing, the community will come out of it stronger and fully recovered.
Since this blogpost, I have been doing a lot of reflecting. I mean, one has so much time at home, and while most of the time is spent working in front of the laptop, there are pockets of free time to think and really, ponder about things.
A lot of people have gotten cabin fever being cooped up at home, and I’m not excluded. There were certain days where my cabin fever was quite bad, I think I almost lost my cool with my parents. I just wanted to be left alone but they were there, always seeking my attention. There were also moments where I wasn’t practicing kindness in my communication to others and I caught myself for it. Was I being a jerk?
This is intended to be a light hearted post, but one which you may or may not be able to relate to if you have strict parents. My traditional parents are very strict (my Dad for the most part). Growing up, I struggled to understand their parenting styles. It frustrated me a lot. Maybe it’s their individual personalities. Maybe they’re just paranoid about my safety.
As I get older however, I am beginning to see some wisdom in their past choices. I don’t know if I’d go so far to say that I’d be the same when I become a parent. Though there is much to understand why they didn’t let me have my way for certain areas of my life.
Caveat: I had a great upbringing. It was very colourful, albeit some what controlled. I have concluded that they obviously knew more than me at the time and saw what I couldn’t comprehend till today. Even though many of the times I didn’t get my way I would throw a fit, I ended up feeling very grounded. The wisdom of parents can only be learnt when your child hood is over.
That said, they are a lot more relaxed today. Thank God, because I’m an adult ok!
Now that I am a bit older and have quite passed the raging hormones of a bitter adolescent, I feel like I can appreciate my parents more.
I know this happens to all of us, we only begin to show true appreciation when we have gained more maturity or are ourselves have become/about to share the same experience.
I’m writing this post because I recently had a moment where it finally hit me – this will be me one day.
إِنَّا للهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ
My uncle passed away 2 nights ago. I still remember the family sitting down at the dining table having dinner but discussing his health condition which was critical at that moment. Thanks to family group chats we were constantly being updated. But just half and hour into dinner, the text messages were becoming more rampant. My aunt (his wife) was asking my parents to come to the hospital quickly which they were going to after dinner. But shortly after, he took his last breath. And therefore my parents were too late to see him before he passed away. Such is the concept of time, you could never tell if you’ll have enough and therefore it is a gamble life forces you to take.
So my second brother came to visit and you know what that meant – extended weekend trip to London! (so very grateful for a relaxed timetable this term..)