Boy, I’m Glad I Have Girls!

Those who follow my personal blog as well probably already know that I fell down on Saturday.

It was a bad fall, possibly one of the worst I ever had in my whole life because the bruises ran from my knee cap all through my shin till my ankle. It was very painful but I did not cry at all throughout the whole ordeal. After becoming a mum, I’ve realized that I no longer get that affected by physical pain because what can be worse than the pains of childbirth?

But when I reached home that day and saw Joey, I nearly burst into tears. I had no idea I felt that emotional about the whole thing. When my daughter heard from her dad that I fell down and was limping, she kept asking me why, when and how did I fall, and insisted on holding my hand while I walk. As we walked from my house door to the bedroom, she grabs my hand tightly, and kept saying, ‘Be careful, mummy. I hold your hand. Walk slowly ah…’ It was that which made me wanna cry. It was like an instant switch of roles! The daughter became the mummy, and the mummy became the daughter. She was comforting me like when I comfort her when she falls down!

Oh boy, I really am so glad I have children.

I always think that people who still holds the thinking that having children is like taking out an insurance policy against old age is soooooo old school. Lo & behold, when a crisis happens and my daughter said those endearing stuffs to me, my immediate thoughts were, ‘I can depend on her to take care of me when I am old.’

Such a drama queen, I know.

But who can help it when you are feeling painful and eating pity pie and this sweet little girl comes along to hug you, pat you on your back and keeps telling you, ‘Everything is ok’?

I bet, if it happens to you, you might get even more emotional than me.

This morning, the first thing she said when she woke up and came into my bedroom was, ‘Mummy, how is your leg? Is it better?’’ (Cue: Everybody say ‘awwwwwwww…’)

I don’t know if a little boy would actually do something like that, but I was just glad at that point that I have a daughter who was so motherly to me when I needed it the most. Maternal instincts are inborn, I tell ya.

She was the angel who took away all the pain. =)