I was out covering a sports event at a stadium recently and near me was this mum and her boy who was participated that day. So when its the end of the event, the mum was packing up and ready to go.
Then her boy came back and spoke to his mum. I was very near, so I kinda overheard the conversation. I wasn’t eavesdropping ah …
Boy: Mak adik nak ikut kawan keluar (Mum me wanna follow my friends out)
Mak: Adik, ibu tak mahu balik seorang (Mummy don’t wanna go home alone)
Boy: Boleh lah mak (Can lah mummy)
After much pleading & whining by the boy ….
Mak: Baiklah, adik jangan balik lambat (Ok sure, don’t come home late)
Mum looks sad to me
I just couldn’t help but feel sad. Here we got a mom who came down to support her son and the badigol (bloody gold?) son don’t wish to return home with her
When we were young, we always hope to grow up fast and trying to be too adult, too young. Trying to break free from the family. And now when we are adult, what we miss the most is our youth, childhood innocence and the family
Let me paint a bleak picture of life and see if you agree with me. Society expects when we are adults to be generally unhappy with our lives. It is even socially acceptable to go through a “mid-life crisis” as they say it
We break down and realized you are old, then we foolishly try to make ourself feel young again, until the realization that you can’t. No one can relive their youth ever again.
And all this while during our mid-life crisis, people are tolerant about it, but primarily because they themselves are going through it themselves. They are as unhappy as you are, with where you were at in your life now
These are the unspoken rules of society
Hmm, tot your comment forms no need to do math already?
Anyway, that’s really really sad. I feel for the mum. We’ll only be appreciative of our parents(esp mum) when they are no longer here. The reality sinks in, and there’s no turning back.
Let’s put in effort and make sure that sort does not happen to us eyy.
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Reminds me of something that happened when I was in Primary 5..
There was this lady who came to fetch her son after the annual school camp. She was at the other end of the canteen, standing and looking out for her son. But the son, being at the other end of the canteen, was just too tired to go over to her. So he shouted for his mother. But he had already lost his voice, so his mother did not hear her son’s screams. After an agonising 5 minutes or so, the son gave up and walked angrily towards his mother. He shouted at the top of his lungs, wondering why the mother could not see him. The boy even threw a tantrum at home, obviously upset by the whole situation back at school. But the lady just kept quiet, being so patient with his ‘badigol’ son, apparently ungrateful that the lady actually came all the way to fetch her beloved son back home.
I really missed my mum…
Thanks for sharing eyeshack
I think we all can understand and some might even relate to being a badigol
Yes, Uncle, i think all of us can relate to this. We are sometimes guilty of this and we regret it when it’s too late.
Thanks for the reminder :)
Well said there