...wish our brain and heart can filter our thoughts and feelings; block those that make us sad and allow only those that would make us smile....
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Is there a specific time and period in our children's life that we should stop talking to them? That we no longer have a say on what they should do and how they should do things? Motherhood is the fulfilment of a woman, as the saying goes, but does motherhood stop as the children grow up and become independent? Do mothers become irrelevant? Yes, we become great grandmothers but then, what is next after that? Is it correct to say that as our children grow up, we mothers, while tending to them, should also start "redeveloping" ourselves as independent individuals? Sometimes, I wish my children remain young, but then the joy of seeing them grow as well-rounded individuals...beautiful, vibrant...full of life.... compensates for my being a mom...gh Have an awesome experience today, learning and playing curling. It was my first time to play this Olympic sport and it was doubly exciting because our instructor was no less than a Swedish curling gold medalist...... The sport was, initially, scary because the "rock" was heavy I could not lift it, the iced-court was slippery I have difficulty in balancing and I have apprehensions I could not push the rock to the base at the other end of the court. Each rock weighs approximately 20k. Training of the game was short; we were only taught how to play it minutes before our friendly competition begins. Lucky enough though, my first throw was a good one, it was close to the eye of the target...it was our team's first point everybody in our group was rejoicing. We were four in our team and each of us has to throw two rocks each. There were two sets of game and just as I have learned to play properly and appreciated it... the competition was over... Yeh, a moment to learn, a moment to appreciate and it was over...there was no time to savor the new sport I have learned and the camaraderie developed among my teammates. I wish we could have played more..... |
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