Happy Mother's Day

If I were to sum up my dominating emotional feelings this year, it would definately be irony. Irony: that's the theme of 2007 for me.

Yesterday was Mother's Day. Yes... I din't call home. No... I did remember it was Mother's day.

My mother treats all her children equally. She's blunt and straight-forward; right most of the time. Every mistake; even a simple thought which has skewed off track - would be forced back on track; like wiping up every single drop of split milk on the table. There's no room for mistakes even though making mistakes are arguably just part of our daily human lives.

However, what my mother doesn't acknowledge (or probably just refuses to comprehend), is that her each and every one of her children grew up differently, and should be treated differently. The old fashioned "follow exactly what the pendidikan moral book" treatment is not applicable to the society today. Try and help an old lady cross the road and you might find yourself getting robbed with a pair of knitting needles stuck through your head.

Ironic case 1: I've inherited my mother's zero tolerence when it comes to conversation. If I think A not B; I say A not B. Not that I leave no room for compromise or discussion - but I do make a firm claim on my views. Some might say its a fairly respectable characteristic of a person, maybe my mother should be proud of her genetic trait after all.

Ironic case 2: It's impossible to have a proper civilised adult conversation with my mother anymore. Everytime we talk, it will definately lead to an argument. Just comes to show when 2 people speak their mind openly: there's bound to be conflict and misunderstandings. Problem arises when: I'm the one doing all the listening and no talking; my mother does all the talking and no listening.

Ironic case 3: It's not that I refuse to call my mother out of any resentment. I still love and care for her as much as before. However, it hurts me to call her on Mother's Day, knowing that our conversation is going to lead to another argument. Call it tough love.

When my mother caned me when I was young, she told me it was called "tough love" and I would understand it in the future. Perhaps thi blog post is my way of showing my affection on Mother's day. Sorry for not calling or even sending a text message (my mobile phone no longer does international texting), hope you'll understand the reason that I did so, is to preserve whatever is left of our good memories for each other. You might not understand this right now; but if you do read this or realise this in future - maybe you'll understand... It's tough love.

Happy Mother's Day, mummy.