during nanni's pilgrimage, it was the first time in my life did i get separated with my children and it was quite painful. the children adapted well being in ipoh with their great/grandmothers, uncles, aunties and cousins but i guess all children must grow up with their parents... something was a miss. they naturally would want to be with their parents no matter how monstrous i can be. the children grew up in ipoh the way i grew up... i think i have left them for such a long time that they are somehow traumatised by the separation.
my youngest suffered to most i think. he looked for me and cried for three days, refusing milk (God, he was still nursing at the time of separation) and food. thank God for his cousins who were miniature in size compared to the adults. he started eating when they fed him... as for the cousins, they love him the most and they treated him like their doll. being in ipoh benefited him the most...every weekend, when i was with them, i saw them grow up in a fast motion. my lil one who was 13 months was up and running by the time i brought him back with me. i guess, he explored my parents house from front to back and front again. he loves to walk out from the kitchen where my mum would be cooking. he would wait to hear my mum call him in and he would walk on those tiny feet as fast as he could after giving her a cheeky smile. he was even playing football and yelling goal...
the poor baby is this one in the pic... him being hyper can draw people around him up the wall... he would say for days... nak mummy.... while my daughter would cry....i want mummy... this usually happens at night after all the cousin go back to their house. thank God for art class and kumon that they go to that keeps them occupied and thank God for their cousins too. the children do fight and they will have to learn how to sort it out o their own too. survival...mummy will not be there all the time to bail them out of situations. thank God for my brother... sigh... may i never be separated from them ever...
my lonely fridge at home...
how they love the lappie... all of them.
he found his feet and so, he refuses the stroller or be carried...
a brief moment...he wasn't interested in the books but to walk about...
MacD afterwards....
with daddy....
the children's first masterpieces from the art class...
anwarudeen, their cousin celebrated his 6th birthday in ipoh...
he had so many many of these that it frightened me...
she loved the cakes...
the cousins...
third cousins....
in the midst of these, my grandmother was bed ridden... the children had the chance to know her and also to care for her... my grandmother loved all the children in the world but God gave her only one... i thank God for this time as i got to be back every week for close to 3 months and i was given to opportunity to care for her...God bless her...
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