I already have a teen-ager today!
Older son is 13 years old.
And I'm still cute! hahaha ilurveet...
I can totally relate to Mrs Bear's thoughts on her daughter's birthday.
Exact same thingy on raising a fussy 1st born.
13yo bore all the brunt of my toxic younger years: the wrecklessness, my negligence, my crazy bitch fits/ possession. Tsk tsk...
Nonetheless, I'm still lucky enough to have this son, who is kooky and wise in his own child ways.
Son, no matter how old you get, I'll always be here to walk along with you (maybe behind you later on) in your life's journey.
And no matter how old you get,
for new stages in your life,
I will always take the moment to tease you
"I will come with you because it's your first day...
and you'll tell me, I'm scared, mummy.
And I'll say, don't worry anak, I'll hold your hand."
(whether in university, post-grad, new office, and more...)
Okay fine, when you're 30 years old, it's not teasing, it's harassing.
But what the hey, I won't miss the chance ;-)
i love you anak