Surga di Telapak Kaki Ibu
Dear Mom,
I'm glad to know that you will be arriving in Brisbane another 2 days. Rather than contemplate on the image of your presence, I know that I should be happy knowing that my soul provider is coming to visit.
However, the situation just seems awkward. I'm used to being under your wings any other time but this past year I've only been under your roof for about 49 days. The concept of being nurtured and most importantly ordered by your command becomes more vague as time goes by. The universal rule is that a child should respect and obey their parents regardless of their location or any other external variable. But, I'm used to being in my territory now. A place where I must manage everything by myself without you helping (or interfering, a word I prefer in this case). Although, I would'nt praise myself on the self-management department at least I survived until this stage. Okay, so the money I get for living is yours and Dad's and so is the decision to let me live miles away like this. Yes, of course I value your trust and no, I have no intention of saying I don't need you here. Any child in their right mind saying they don't need their mother who cared for them by sharing their body just for the sake of a child's existence should adamantly be abolished.
I'm just scared mom.
Afraid that you're dissapointed of your eldest son whom you gave full consent of managing his own life. I fully agree that I would'nt be on the "son of the year" short-list anytime but being aware of what I've done this past semester I'm still crossing my fingers to being overlooked on being nominated in the "world worst son" category. I know I should have study harder, I know I should have spent money more wiser and really I know I should have stop complaining about what I'm going through. It was my own wish to be educated abroad. You and Dad were merely facilitating me.
It all comes back to the time when you were queen of the house. I disobeyed you much too often. I took your warnings as American paranoia on terrorist. I took your advice as unworthy classified newspaper ads. I took your anger as a form of your over-reaction to everything. Now, I know I should better. Trying to take care of myself is more difficult than it seems. I sometimes wonder how does a mother have enough time to actually do her own thing. I have tremendous difficulty getting ends meat down here let alone trying to care for another human being. I'm curious whether some reseacher have done something to assess the endurance and durability of a mother's heart. There's already scientific proof stating women's pain threshold are much lower than men. Logically it looks like a neccesity. Women do have do give birth, right? A stage many say is the hardest of them all. Although, lots of women nowdays prefer the less painful medical procedure through a cesarian operation I recalled the time you said both me and my brother was borned naturally. "Why, Mom?", I remembered asking you, thinking that your reply had to do with unavailable technology or financial constrains. "Because, it's dangerous for the baby.", you said while putting that reffer-to-my-pharmacy-degree face.
Well Mom, I'm really looking forward to picking you up at the airport. See you there.
P.S.:
And Mom feel free to be the queen again. As prince, I'll try to fulfill all your hopes this time.
I'm glad to know that you will be arriving in Brisbane another 2 days. Rather than contemplate on the image of your presence, I know that I should be happy knowing that my soul provider is coming to visit.
However, the situation just seems awkward. I'm used to being under your wings any other time but this past year I've only been under your roof for about 49 days. The concept of being nurtured and most importantly ordered by your command becomes more vague as time goes by. The universal rule is that a child should respect and obey their parents regardless of their location or any other external variable. But, I'm used to being in my territory now. A place where I must manage everything by myself without you helping (or interfering, a word I prefer in this case). Although, I would'nt praise myself on the self-management department at least I survived until this stage. Okay, so the money I get for living is yours and Dad's and so is the decision to let me live miles away like this. Yes, of course I value your trust and no, I have no intention of saying I don't need you here. Any child in their right mind saying they don't need their mother who cared for them by sharing their body just for the sake of a child's existence should adamantly be abolished.
I'm just scared mom.
Afraid that you're dissapointed of your eldest son whom you gave full consent of managing his own life. I fully agree that I would'nt be on the "son of the year" short-list anytime but being aware of what I've done this past semester I'm still crossing my fingers to being overlooked on being nominated in the "world worst son" category. I know I should have study harder, I know I should have spent money more wiser and really I know I should have stop complaining about what I'm going through. It was my own wish to be educated abroad. You and Dad were merely facilitating me.
It all comes back to the time when you were queen of the house. I disobeyed you much too often. I took your warnings as American paranoia on terrorist. I took your advice as unworthy classified newspaper ads. I took your anger as a form of your over-reaction to everything. Now, I know I should better. Trying to take care of myself is more difficult than it seems. I sometimes wonder how does a mother have enough time to actually do her own thing. I have tremendous difficulty getting ends meat down here let alone trying to care for another human being. I'm curious whether some reseacher have done something to assess the endurance and durability of a mother's heart. There's already scientific proof stating women's pain threshold are much lower than men. Logically it looks like a neccesity. Women do have do give birth, right? A stage many say is the hardest of them all. Although, lots of women nowdays prefer the less painful medical procedure through a cesarian operation I recalled the time you said both me and my brother was borned naturally. "Why, Mom?", I remembered asking you, thinking that your reply had to do with unavailable technology or financial constrains. "Because, it's dangerous for the baby.", you said while putting that reffer-to-my-pharmacy-degree face.
Well Mom, I'm really looking forward to picking you up at the airport. See you there.
P.S.:
And Mom feel free to be the queen again. As prince, I'll try to fulfill all your hopes this time.
Love,
R.U.S.
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