Somehow at this time of the year I become more aware of all of the changes that have taken place in my life. The older I get, the more I find myself feeling melancholy this time of the year.
33 years ago on April 23 I gave birth to my elder son and 30 years ago on April 20 I delivered my second son. Only my daughter was born in September, not April.
Over the last three decades, I had experienced major transitions in my life. I had to work full time and played the role of mother and father for most part of their growing years. Sometimes I had to leave them for days or weeks with only the maid to look after their basic needs, due to work assignments out of town or abroad, a situation I had always felt guilty about. While the process of bringing them up had not been without major challenges, I like to claim I had done my best, although deep in my heart I know I could have managed better. As adults now they have their own lives to lead. I can only silently wish them happiness and success in the way ahead.
Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds. ~George Eliot
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