24 June 1985
Here's a story that happened 22 years ago.
One fine day, a lady was down with a very serious flu. She was given certain medications which she took, not knowing that she's pregnant.
A few weeks later, she found out that she's been pregnant with her third child for a month or so. However, it was no news to rejoice over. The flu medication, apperently, is known to cause side effects on foetuses. There is a high possiblity that the child may be born with a defect - mental, brain damage, or missing limb. There is even a chance that the defect is fatal to the child.
The lady was confused. She didn't know what to do. Should she keep this baby? Can she handle it, on top of her 2 sons?
She consulted the abbot of the temple. The abbot reminded her about karma. "If you've owed this baby due to what you've done in the previous life, and it is time for you to repay what you've done to it to end this cycle." Finally, she found the courage to keep this baby.
Yet, she cannot shake off the feeling that the baby may die right after his/her death. June 23, 1985. That is the baby's due date. The day went on without any event.
June 24, 1985. The baby was born.
"How's the baby? Is he ok?" Asked the lady.
"Don't worry. He's fine and healthy. He has a birthmark though." said the nurse.
"Over where? his face?" asked the lady, becoming more worried.
"No. But he has a heart shaped birthmark on his knee though".
True enough, there is. However, as the baby grows, the birthmark disappeared even before he could remember that he has it.
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Since last year, I've decided not to have birthday celebrations. True, I've become older. But what's there to celebrate? All the well wishes from friends and family, that's enough for me. The well wishes from the kids, well, they're an added bonus. Probably a simple dinner with those close to me is all I needed.
I don't want it be a day that is special because I'm born. I want it to be a day that is special because of the courage and love of my mother. Her courage to bring me to this world, with all the love she has, knowning very well that I could be a burden that's beyond what she could hold. I want it to be the day to remind myself that I've caused her pain and anxiety, even before I was born, and more so after I was born. But her love, never stop.
And I want it to be a day to remember, what love can bring. I want it to be a day to remind myself - I'm given these love so that I can love those around me, especially my friends and my kids.
Happy Day-I-put-you-through-hell-lot-of-pain-which-you-never-complained-about, mum.
One fine day, a lady was down with a very serious flu. She was given certain medications which she took, not knowing that she's pregnant.
A few weeks later, she found out that she's been pregnant with her third child for a month or so. However, it was no news to rejoice over. The flu medication, apperently, is known to cause side effects on foetuses. There is a high possiblity that the child may be born with a defect - mental, brain damage, or missing limb. There is even a chance that the defect is fatal to the child.
The lady was confused. She didn't know what to do. Should she keep this baby? Can she handle it, on top of her 2 sons?
She consulted the abbot of the temple. The abbot reminded her about karma. "If you've owed this baby due to what you've done in the previous life, and it is time for you to repay what you've done to it to end this cycle." Finally, she found the courage to keep this baby.
Yet, she cannot shake off the feeling that the baby may die right after his/her death. June 23, 1985. That is the baby's due date. The day went on without any event.
June 24, 1985. The baby was born.
"How's the baby? Is he ok?" Asked the lady.
"Don't worry. He's fine and healthy. He has a birthmark though." said the nurse.
"Over where? his face?" asked the lady, becoming more worried.
"No. But he has a heart shaped birthmark on his knee though".
True enough, there is. However, as the baby grows, the birthmark disappeared even before he could remember that he has it.
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Since last year, I've decided not to have birthday celebrations. True, I've become older. But what's there to celebrate? All the well wishes from friends and family, that's enough for me. The well wishes from the kids, well, they're an added bonus. Probably a simple dinner with those close to me is all I needed.
I don't want it be a day that is special because I'm born. I want it to be a day that is special because of the courage and love of my mother. Her courage to bring me to this world, with all the love she has, knowning very well that I could be a burden that's beyond what she could hold. I want it to be the day to remind myself that I've caused her pain and anxiety, even before I was born, and more so after I was born. But her love, never stop.
And I want it to be a day to remember, what love can bring. I want it to be a day to remind myself - I'm given these love so that I can love those around me, especially my friends and my kids.
Happy Day-I-put-you-through-hell-lot-of-pain-which-you-never-complained-about, mum.
posted by yanjie at
11:48 PM
1 Comments:
like it or not, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
HEE! :))
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