On my way back from Crystal Plaza today, I met a woman pushing a stroller.. in it was her disabled son, hands covered with cloth and he wore a pair of worn shoes. He looks like about 7 years old to me.. but so thin and can barely walk. Both sides of the stroller are cushioned with sponges, to avoid her son's head to knock on the steel. Suddnely I felt sad. Deep inside I was honestly grateful for my life has been better than hers up till now. I'm blessed with a healthy daughter and a good life. Eventhough I do not have millions in savings, I can see my daughter laughing, smilling while enjoying her books.. clapping hands, throwing balls at me and do all sort of things little babies would normally do.. But, this mother, I doubt she can see her son do all that.. and yet she is patiently caring for him as though he is a perfect healthy son. At one point, I think I'm taking many things for granted. I was frustrated when my baby pouring her milk around the house.. When actually I should be grateful that she can move her fingers and hold the bottle and move it gracefully to pour it on the floor.. something that this mother will never see her son does it..
Many things in life we have taken much for granted. Promise myself will appreciate what I have today, and not to compare with others. I'm happy, and nothing else matters.
Ramblings of an ambitious woman trying to juggle between her career and motherhood. Her life centered around her adorable kids, a loving husband and a spacious office for her research work.
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