Enrolling into uni has not only turned my life upside down but has also stretched my mum's daily routine. Before that, she didn't need to get stuck in the morning rush daily, wait aimlessly around uni for hours for my day to end and then brace the evening KL congestion again. As I enter a phase when parents would start to slacken their grip on their children, my mum has to hold me ever so tightly, making sure that I can continue to chart my journey for as far as God permits.
She always says that I've made her proud, achieved more than she's done for me. But I've said it many times before and I'll keep on repeating: Whoever I am is moulded by the ones around me, and my mum is the biggest potter's hand. The discipline ingrained in me; the demeanour I portray; and the health that still sustains me are all due to her heartfelt acts and thoughtful teaching. Even at this age, I still need her watchful eyes, keeping whatever I'm doing in check with my ever-diminishing strength.
I pray that as my family unfolds what He has planned for us, my mum will be refreshed with a new zest and be equipped with His wisdom to see us through.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mum!
I came across a saying which strikes at the heart of our infant friendship. Such a thought-provoking line, one that serves as the perfect gift that I'd like to dedicate to you:
"Coincidence: when God chooses to be anonymous"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Pauline!