Just another day...

Still ringing in my ears...
Ehhh..awat hitam sangat anak cikson yg ni.
Ehhh..awat rambut dia macam maggi..
Ehhh...awat mata dia sepet saja. Mata yg lain besarrrrr.

Were some of the remarks thrown at my babies.

Hitamke,rambut maggike,sepetke....there were babies after all.

Fast forward... am blessed and happy with them. With their achievements and their capabilities to overcome pitfalls in their journey of their lives. They have seen failures but they rise . They have seen disappointments but were not too dismayed..

When they were growing up, they were encouraged to join activities that they school could offer. So they were in the school choir, the school nasyid,the school sports team,the school prefects. You name it,and one of them would be in it.
And we would be in the audience cheering them up. However small their part in the activities were when we could .
Why did we did what we did.some might ask.
Its to give them confident, boldness,leadership,responsibilities.

They were times when they came back running to us with sob stories. Quarrels with friends, scolded by teachers but we didnt join in the foray. We let them solved their own problems.

And in the grown up world, they faced many casualties. Failing in quite a number of things of which they could have fallen to their feet.
All because,mommy told them,its just another day. Its might be better the next day.