The kids came late in our marital journey. Having lived in our two-person world for 13 years, the arrival of Joseph felt like we had been run over by an elephant. He was the third party that invaded our world, gatecrashing our spiritual, social and sex life. Chui and I had agreed that there was no possibility of welcoming another mortal into our 2+1 world. Three years later, Chui was unexpectedly expecting again (we always say that but I wonder how did it happen), and Jada became part of the gang.

Kids are a gift from God. We have heard these words umpteen times and they are from Psalm 127. Honestly, there are moments children don’t seem like gifts especially when they are more like kids, as referring to young goats. By playing further with the meaning of “kids”, children can be as stubborn as a goat. I don’t disagree about children bringing heaps of joy and we hear that umpteen times too. I have always told Chui her greatest gift to me are the children.Continue reading “Kids”

a Roti Prata rhythm

The routines of life can really take a toll on a person’s attitude towards life. Occasionally, Chui can hear me sighing and grumbling about having to toggle between family and work responsibilities. One particular routine is that of transporting my children to school. Waking up and getting Joseph to school on time was indeed a new challenge in the initial months of 2010. It takes about 25mins (if traffic is good) to transport Joseph to school. However, when traffic is unfavorable or when we are having a late start, I would resort to desperate measures of creating an imaginary right-turn lane accompanied by an apologetic hand salute extension from the driver’s window so as to guiltily cut into traffic queues. Unknowingly, what had begun as a new challenge soon suffers from and surrenders to the fate of routines.Continue reading “a Roti Prata rhythm”