Please bear with me

Hey blog,
Not much time left for me to spend my days surfing the net reading random things.

So today, I stumble upon this when i was surfing the net.
And i wanted to share it.
Because sharing...is caring! C:

Its something from Bo Sanchez.


Because yesterday is Fathers day, so this would somehow be the most appropriate time to share things like this.

I made a leche flan for my dad to celebrate Fathers day,
well..the leche flan is kinda a success. The taste is alright but i gotta improve the outlook to make it more appetizing.

But since it was something that come from my heart,
I guess dad doesn't mind the outlook.


Can't blame me much since it was only the second time i made a leche flan.
I'll post the picture of my homemade leche flan the next time when i did a better version of it. C:


So..

To my hero, and to my first love, my dad Primus Chin Fook Seng,

Happy Fathers Day!

My ama om apa with me on Graduation day!

My parent with my CSGians friend who came to my house! Wee~

May Father God in heaven bless you with love, peace, joy and good health and all the blessing that you will need!



Anyways, here is what i want to share.

It's something simple, something so common that we forgot about it.

I hope you would spend your 5 minutes to read this,



Please bear with me.

Dear Child,

As I get older, please be patient with me.When I drop things or make a mess of my food, I hope you don’t shout at me or scold me.  Please bear with me.

When my eyesight dims and I stumble along my way, or when my hearing gets really bad and I can’t hear what you say, please bear with me.

When these embarrassing and difficult times come, if you could just hold my hand and tell me that you understand… I’m sorry child, I’m getting older.  Please bear with me.When my feet get crooked and my knees get weaker, when I fumble in my steps and I walk slower, I hope you remember the time when I taught you how to walk.  Please bear with me.

When I keep repeating my stories to you, sometimes 4 or 5 times a day, just smile and pretend I said it the first time.  Because to my failing memory, it’s really the first time I’m saying it to you.  Just remember how you repeated yourself as a child.  Remember how many times you asked, “Are we there yet?” every time we took a trip.  Or how many times you asked, “Mommy, can you buy me this toy?” whenever we were in a toystore?  Please bear with me.

When I don’t smell so nice, when I smell like an old person, please be patient with me.  When you smell something not too good from me, I hope you remember that when you were small, you used to sweat and smell too.  But I loved it because it was part of your growing up.  Well, my smells are part of my growing old.  Please bear with me.When I get cranky or get sensitive, or when I get sentimental and moody, or when I get pushy and demanding, all these are all part of getting old.  You’ll understand when you get older.  Please bear with me.

When you have time, I hope you visit me.  Talk with me for a few minutes.  I’m always all by myself and have no one to talk to.  I know you’re busy with work but your work will always be with you, even after I’m gone.  I won’t be here forever.  Please bear with me.Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please pretend you are. Do u remember when I used to listen to your stories about your toys, your imaginary friends, and the cartoons you watched?  Those things weren’t very interesting to me, but because they were important to you, they were important to me too.  I ask you to please bear with me.When the time comes when I get sick and bedridden, I hope you visit me.  I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.  I hope you stay with me during the last few moments of my life.  I’m not going to last much longer anyway.  Please bear with me.I pray for you everyday.  When I finally meet God, I will continue to mention your name to Him.

I love you.We love you.Please bear with me.

 Eternally,Mom and Dad 

Note to you, to anyone, and especially to myself:


Love thy parent. Spend time with them. Love them. Care for them. Show it by the little things that you do for them. Talk to them. Pray with them, and for them.


We are so busy growing up, we often forgot they are also growing old.


May you grow old with the people you love. Amen.