The last time I caught up over lunch with this little young’un was nearly a year and a half ago. That’s pretty much half her lifetime. Though I’ve seen her since then, namely during her Godma’s wedding and prep, it’s a long over due lunch date :p
She’s a little girl who’s a big sister now. Just about 2 weeks ago, she welcomed her baby sister Mikayla into this great big world. I love little sister pairing. Guess I’m kinda bias because I’m one half of a sister pair. Back to the Belle. She may look like her Dad but she’s definitely got her aunt/Godma’s gene strong in her too.
Over lunch, her Godma and my dear friend, Gen said to me, “It’s like I gave birth to her.” I totally get it, this pseudo parenting that is slowly but surely getting more and more popular. We don’t actually carry the babies and don’t fully adopt them but the love and connection is just as strong. Here’s when I realise the saying that it takes a village to raise a child, makes so much sense. Nothing replaces the bond a parent has with their child, it gives every child the fundamentals that they need and why good parenting is so damn important. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, godparents, teachers, mentors, adult friends, they all play different roles that fill these children’s wells with more love, support, life lessons, guidance, direction and examples that they can reach into when life gets tough. And life will get tough but they’ll keep learning from us. Just like how we’re better from our parents’ generation, they will be better than us.
There is much hope for the world so have a happy Monday everyone as I take another shower to cool off from this humid heat in Singapore.
Unless something happens directly to me, I hardly ever get the complete story of anything that happens to anyone else. In fact, everything that happens to me is only from my perspective and again, it isn’t quite the complete story. Even in my memory, there’s always bits and pieces that go missing or get embellished, much less when you’re try to get the whole picture of a situation that happened to someone else.
I’m talking about the hullabaloo surrounding Woody Allen and the lifetime achievement award that he received earlier this year. It’s just another reminder not to make quick judgements, especially with people I don’t know jack about.
If you are friends of his ex-wife and daughter, you’d believe he’s the monster from their side of the story.
If you’re his friends and family, you’ll believe this side and know he’s been severely misunderstood.
Which brings me to the point of my post. I actually thought that by the time I’m a year shy of turning 40, I’d have figured it all out. I actually thought I did until a recent exchange between friends that made me realise you never know who is telling you the truth and what is the truth anyway. Made me dig deep and question my own bullshit barometer on myself. I can’t tell if other people are telling the truth but I sure as hell can learn to be honest with myself. Till this day, the hardest thing I’ve had to learn and am still learning to do.
At the end of the day, that’s all that matters, right? Not what other people think of you, just what you know of yourself. I wonder if Woody Allen has a hard time walking down the street because people he doesn’t know and some so called friends judge him for a monster. I sure it smarts that people think less of you but if you are honest and know who you are, the sting doesn’t last very long.
That’s what I’m learning anyway. Maybe this time next year, I’d think differently 🙂 Who knows? For now, I’m grateful for all growing older brings.