Warriors

Chester falls down all the time. His two legs are filled with scratches, bruises and tiny scars he collects from his daily strolls with me. The ground at our place is pretty rough but he hardly cries and picks himself up most of the time. Even when I put him in the bath, he seems alright. I guess guys are really tougher than girls. I kind of like those battered little legs of his. Not that I am a sick mom, I guess boys should be boys. Let him fall, let him bleed and let him be. All the falls were nothing major and he learns from picking himself up, so why not. He is my little warrior, fighting to grow up, fighting to learn, fighting to get to know more about this world.

Today, I get to go to this neighbourhood to visit a friend. I usually sneaked out during Chester's nap to make good use of the time and took two different buses to this neighbourhood. I have fallen in love with this neighbourhood after making several visits. It reminds me so much of home. Twice, I overheard the elderly ladies speaking in Hokkien, the universal dialect in Singapore. Oh, how close to home I felt!!! I kept smiling to those ladies like an idiot. They smiled back but wondered why I was smiling. It's ok if they think I am crazy. It's really ok.

This friend of mine is also a warrior. She fights cancer. She is the ultimate warrior. Who fights for their lives? Warriors. They win. I hate cancer and what cancer do to us and I always ask God why. I know I will never get an answer but while still insisting on waiting for an answer from Him, I heard Him telling me to care and love for those around me who are suffering from it. Walk the journey with them and be there for them. So this friend, I have so much respect for her. She inspires me so much with her positivity and optimism that loving her is so easy. Having a nice conversation is so easy because she is just so positive that she literally shines in front of me. I am thankful for her opening up to my visits and bringing lunch over for her once a week whenever I can make it. I thoroughly enjoy the hour long chats with her about our lives and random stuff. She is amazing. 

I made congee using lotus seed broth my mother-in-law made with broccoli and stir fried some giant garoupa with loads of garlic. Garlic wards off cancer. This was also Chester's lunch. My friend is officially Chester's lunch buddy. I reckon food I make for my little guy should be healthy and safe enough for her. 

She had her third chemo few days ago and wasn't feeling too well. She gets repulse by the taste of fish ( I didn't know until I met her) but she ate the lunch I brought. I was so touched. If you happen to read this, please pray for her too. Pray for all the cancer fighters out there, for love, for courage and strength. Love beats cancer. 

After the visit, I got home and brought little man for a stroll. He made it to the BBQ pit this time. When I brought him home, he started throwing a huge tantrum and ran out to the lift door bare feet crying to go for longer walks. I can't as I was exhausted. I ran him a bubble bath and almost fell asleep sitting on the toilet bowl watching him play in the tub. Changed him into another outfit to visit his grandparents for a short while and he ran away from our car once we reached home. He wanted his extended walk so badly. This time, I let him be. My fit bit today recorded a whooping 10,000 steps partly thanks to him.

My son, the escape artist on the loose, every day, every single day.

As for me, I feel like a time warrior, fighting for time each and everyday. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.