A couple of nights ago, hubby, son and I were having dinner at Chinatown. I ordered this crispy roasted pork rice for my boy and I said quite matter-of-factly that I ordered that because I know he likes it. Then I asked him if he knows why I know what he likes to eat.
He took a look at me and replied, "mommy knows because mommy loves me." I was pretty surprised. I thought he would say something like, I don't know,... "cos I always finish it or cos it is tasty"? But to interpret a simple action and connote it to an act of love... now that's something else.
He also added, "I also know mommy loves eggs... because I also love mommy"... aahhh, that's heart warming. But as much as I hope he remembers this moment right into adulthood, chances are, he wouldn't, not even the knowledge that I like eggs.
What got me thinking was how we tend to take all these small little acts of love for granted. And it took my 3 year old to remind me that people around us may not say it or do dramatic acts of love,... but everyday, they are performing little acts that tell us they love us... Like my dad buying strawberries for his grandkids, or my mom helping me when I just came back from US, or my hubby reminding me to take my Vit C... We just have to keep a look out for them.
Friday, 14 March 2008
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