The joy of parenthood

Sometimes I wonder, where the hell is the joy of that?

5 years ago, we were carefree and happily splurging our money and time away... Enjoying each other's company is becoming a necessity, just like everyday one got to eat, and food is always there...

4 years ago, came our first baby... A new member to the family, everything revolve around this little girl... And slowly, we started to forget about ourselves...

3 years ago, we got so used to engulf ourselves with everything about the baby, we started to forget taking care of ourselves, and even started thinking of having a second baby so the elder one has a company...

2 years ago, came our second baby... Now things started to get difficult... Everyday is a hectic mad rush to work and back home... Every weekend is a torture, taking care of 2 children... And finally when weekend is over, back to hectic mad rush routine...

1 year ago, things got worst... The daily mad rush got madder, the weekend torture got excruciatingly painful by the hour... Age started catching up on our badly battled bodies, pains and aches became our bodies' best friend... The clothings in our wardrobe remained sickenly same despite extreme strinking of the sizes due to numerous washing (or, our upsizing body maybe?)...

1 month ago, Melody got hospitalised due to stomach flu and later spread to Megan. It just rubbed salt to our already scarred and burnt body taking care of the children and finally and eventually, both of us got so badly beaten and for the first time, both of us 'closed shop' and knocked out... No longer having to shower the kids, feed the kids and make the kids sleep... We just slept like we are not parents... TKO for one whole nite...

1 week ago, we started hearing other parents expressing regrets having a child, regrets having a second child... So do we... If without child/children, we will be carefree and happily splurging our money and time away... Enjoying each other's company is becoming a WANT nowadays...

1 day ago, we realised, life is just too unpredictable. There is no way we can predict the outcome or even have the slightest idea what life have in store for us... Kids will continue to fall sick, sleep will always be deprived, clothings will always be the same in the wardrobe, pain and ache will always accompany our bodies.

But our greatest consolation and our source of strength will still come from our children, especially words coming out of their little mouth straight from their little heart...

In her utmost concerning voice, when she saw the medicated patches on my back, Melody said "Daddy... U pain ah?"

In her extremely worrying voice, when she saw the wrinkles on my forehead, Megan said "Daddy, I don't want u to grow old... I don't want u to die..."

1 hour ago, I drawn this...

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