We are finally here after making a thousand mile journey. So many parents, over the years, have made pilgrimages to this humongous cluster of theme parks in search of entertainment, rites of passage, or even magic. We knew our kids would enjoy this place but we weren’t quite sold on it because it seemed so artificial, overblown, crowded, and expensive. But we’re here… perhaps it’s the fear of depriving our kids of the essential childhood experiences or the pressure to keep up with the Jones’s. By the end of the day, I was feeling nauseated from all the rides and going to puke if I see another hint of the artificial color! But kids seemed to enjoy it and thanked us for the experience. In the end, I was glad to check this one off of my bucket list!

Looking back and forward

I hear the usual chattering of my kids echoing out of the bedroom, breaking the weekend morning calm. It’s truly a welcome sound, reassuring of their good mental and physical health. The house is fully awaken now with their footsteps and the clanking at the breakfast table, followed by my wife asking me if I want fig, cherry or blackberries. Before I get caught up in the hustle and bustle, I managed to fit in a moment of gratitude and hope for the new year. And I patted myself for being a multitasker.

Dreaded F word

For first time in my kid’s 7 years of life, the dreaded F word came out of his mouth at the dinner table. 

A dead silence  ensued. 

I was at least relieved to  know that he didn’t know what it meant.  As I was trying to figure out how to deal with it, I recall my own experience  with it when I was a teenager in a foreign country struggling to learn English. 

It was one of very first words that I acquired while trying to mimic and fit in.  I can still remember the impact of that word on people’s faces as I uttered casually. They expressed shock and confusion,  but eventually  smiled and forgave me.

It has come a full circle; now it’s my turn to smile and forgive as my kid gets bigger and inevitably acquire more choice words.