Well, the birthday came and went. Nothing too special. Made cupcakes for his teachers and school friends. Got two fruit tarts for him as we couldn’t find any good cake, and I was too lazy to make another cake after all those cup-cakes. To Xuanie, it does not really mean anything, birthdays. He understood that after blowing the candles, he is not supposed to have “nai nai” (nurse). But, when the addiction gets to him, he wails and cries like he never understood nor agreed to the pact.
Years ago, I heard a theory in church that one should not celebrate one’s birthday as it is a form of self-glorification. Years later, present day me disagrees. One can be pompous and egoistic without celebrating one’s birthday. One can have a good party on one’s birthday and still be a good humble person before God and man. It’s a lot to do with what one does and what is going on in one’s mind and head. Sweeping, didactic theories often really carry no meaning and can be misleading. I would let Xuanie have a nice little party if he wants to when he’s older. Not this year since he’s still so little.
Two years – how my life has changed, how my temperament has changed (or ugly sides surfaced?), how much I have learned . . .
Saw something on someone’s blog: We thought we knew love . . . till we feel how we love our babies. Motherhood does amazing things to one’s heart. I never knew I was capable of so much love until Xuanie came into my life. Thank you Lord, for this wonderful little big present!
