Mummies,
A story "Irreplaceable"
4years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how
does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be
feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care
of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I
feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of
my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had
to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there
was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing
my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am
home. So after a long day, I came home, totally
drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I
went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into
my bed with intention f just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and
felt was broken
porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the
source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on
the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged
straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a
good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short
explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not
back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you
reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove withou! t any adults around,
hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to
cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was
afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to
keep it warm till you return. But I
forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't
want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried
with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went
towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while
coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the
bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's
room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little
buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have trie! d, in this period, to
focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum,
and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will
be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a
lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily
growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time,
his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from
school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain.
But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name
and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing
computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of
him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much
probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and
the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his
absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten
has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to
himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure,
would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes m! e proud
too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter,
and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every
passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got
into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work,
the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was
also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to
post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never
to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this
child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he
apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed
him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with
no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank,
during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes g! rew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to
ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply
was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach
out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post
the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach
it and I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to
say....
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if
you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter
and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and
calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will
burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt
help opening the letter before they turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, ! there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the
school invited all mother s for the show. But you are not around, so I did
not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was
afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went
around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of
the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was
furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell
him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he
think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we
both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy,
I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so
that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep
with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in
your dreams. But mummy , why haven't you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace
the! irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
For the females with children:
Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some
kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem.
Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to
the problem.
Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your
little precious.
For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even
business nor clients.
Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally
dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you?
In this society, no one is indispensable.
Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious
and your loved ones.