Javier's Baptism

(This happened last month and I am only posting it now. Phew.)

Javier now goes to Church with us every Sunday and so far, he has been behaving pretty well. We always sit in the "crying pew" though - the last 3 pews in Church so we could conveniently go out if Javier starts crying. So far, we never needed to. Javier is entertained by the all the singing, he squeals in delight at times.

I like holding him. I am comforted by his baby smell. I will remember this smell forever, even when he is all grown up.

As they say, "Life is short. Childhood is shorter."

Amen.

Post-trauma amnesia

The last week of October was just the worst week of my year. I was away from home. (I was in Macau actually, and I was supposed to be "enjoying" the "fun" part of my work but because of a stupid snafu that found its way towards my direction, I suddenly just wanted to go home and cry, cry, cry. Macau was terrible (based on that lone experience, ok...) and I saw how things can go from bad to worse in less than a day. I thought it was going to be the end of me and I was hurting like mad by the time I was heading back to Singapore.

Here I am, one week later. And as stupid as it seems, I really FORGOT what the fuss was all about. Is this bad? I mean, I have this habit of going through something really bad and for some reason, I just forget. Some coping mechanism this is.

Life has its way of making things fall into place. And when it comes to me, I guess I am still here. I fought in a war. But the thing is, I forgot how I won it.