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The moon, stars and clouds accompanied our usual night walks. Occasionally we get to see neighbours walking on the streets. There would be a few who walked their dogs. A couple always brisked walking at night. When they see us, they would say hello with a wave of their hands. Patrick would respond with an enthusiastic "hi!".
I would point out the trees, bushes and flowers on the side of the road to Patrick. I would take this opportunity to teach him what they are. He would sometimes observed with interest. Occasionally he wished to touch them.
Mother and son walking on the streets
On the night of 8 December 2019, something else accompanied us. Something different.
"What is that?"
My finger pointed on the road. On a wet patch on the road. Earlier it had rained.
Patrick's eyes stared steadily.
Patrick identifying Heart on the road.
Before that Heart shape on the ground, I was pondering on the earlier discussion with a few friends. We were discussing on a project which I considered being love based. In seconds, suddenly I saw "that" on the road. I paused. I wondered am I seeing what I want to see. Then I asked Patrick what was that. His answer confirmed with me that we both see the same thing.
Along the way, I thought to myself. It can be a mere coincidence. Unless I saw another Heart on the road. With that thought, in seconds I saw the second one. Once more I paused and asked Patrick what was that. Again, he said, "Heart."
Although it happened again, seeing two "hearts" can still be a coincidence, I argued with myself. Unless it happened the third time.
And then it did.
Three Hearts on the road in one night
Patrick confirmed with me he was seeing a heart shape on the road for the third time. I always find young children are purer in thoughts and emotions. They see things as they are. If they dislike the food, they will say yucky. If they like it, they will respond with a yummy. Patrick even insisted with me that the lady next to daddy in the photo was "Auntie", not mummy. ( My face had full make-up on with nicely set hairdo. That photo was taken during my registration of marriage with my husband)
With the three "Hearts" seen together with Patrick, it may appear that the project I had the earlier discussion with may be of future positive possibilities. Let's see what happens next afterwards.
It was truly an unusual walk for mother and son. For Love accompanied us on our walks last night. Especially of each other's love; Patrick and of mine.
International Women's Day is here once more. Some celebrated it. Some feel should not as a celebration of womanhood should be everyday. To me, these days can be served as a reminder to us. We can be preoccupied with our responsibilities, activities, our families and of life that we sometimes even forget our own birthday.
Today I reflected on the women who have impacted me. Because of these women, they inspired me to write a woman song in 2018.
Women Song sang on 8 March 2020, dedicated to all women readers here. I wrote it in 2018. There are so many women out there who made a big impact on me over the years since a teenager until today. Let me list them whom I can remember offhand:-
1) Anne Subashini - founder of The Inclusive Outdoor Classroom. I have the privilege to get to know her since drum circle days. Her passion is infectious. Her faith, her belief that there should be no division between children no matter of their backgrounds, no matter of their health conditioning is emp…
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word.
We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools."
My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Mentally I can be exhausted as new mothers would be. We visited my s…
looked at his pale face and frail body on the hospital bed. Lines and tubes on
his legs and neck. There was a bag at the right side with yellowish looking
water inside. The liquid was not urine but water which had to be pumped out
from his stomach cavity. It was difficult
to see someone whom you have known since young to look so weak. He had lost
weight and aged considerably. It
was the second day of Chinese New Year. My sister and I took a trip down
to Kuala Lumpur to visit relatives. We visited a cousin at the High Dependency Unit,
he had liver cancer and was complaining of diarrhea. Visiting hours were 11.30am
to 1.30am and 5.30pm to 7.30pm. We had to take turns going in as only 2 guests
at a time are allowed.
having the experience of a prolonged stay at the hospital and being immobile, I
was tongue tied. I didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. I could
only share with him of my previous struggle at the hospital. On
our second visit before our trip back to Penang, …