I had ideas then but it has become a mess now. Basically I wanted to say that I’ve learnt a lot during this break. My mom got sick and she underwent an operation. My elder sisters are quite busy and since I’m still waiting for my posting; I take care of my mom. No big deal. Yeah for a true girl. Not me though.
Let me brief something before I go to the main point of this post. I am a really spoiled brat. I have to admit that. My mom; she has been a rock; no, a mountain for me and my sisters. Honestly (this is a true confession), I have never cook and wash the dishes because my mom wanted me and my sisters to focus on our studies. She never complained. She never asked me to do anything at all. She did everything from the simplest to the most difficult task. And when she was diagnosed with an illness, I began to feel the burden though not as much as she has been facing in making me and my sisters human beings.
It was the simplest chores at first; but then they began to get more difficult (though I have not been to the cooking department yet thanks to my grandmother- oh, she’s a marvelous cook).
I cannot imagine how my mum put up with everything then without a word of complaint.
Okay, here’s the main point of my post. I learnt that it is very hard to take care of the sick. I have never been in this position before. I was basically a princess without the castle and the loving King. Now that I have experienced the reality, I have set focus to life (more to the kind of person I want to be married to – gatai kan aku?)
Sure, if the audience reading this is from the younger generation group, they wouldn’t have really know what I’m trying to say.
Let me put this as simple as possible. Taking care of some sick people is no easy task. Sick people don’t do anything much. They don’t do things on their own. You are lucky if you are taking care of those that can still walk. They don’t smell good most of the time. They demanded things at the most ridiculous times. They make you wake up at 6 am when you are enjoying your holidays. They make you look for things in the trash and wash the whole kitchen when your aunt and grandma are celebrating Raya back at kampong.
So basically, it is not an easy job.
So here’s an advice from a wiser sister; if you are 22 and below, and from someone with new knowledge if you are older.
I am taking care of my mother who I dearly love and who has given her everything to me. So, I don’t feel any burden whatsoever. I would do it all over again if I have to (plus, you don’t want to miss the cute doctors running around looking very intelligible).
Adoi, the advice is not coming out la. Okay, here it goes again. When I was younger (chewah), I look for cute guys, and hoping to marry one of those. And then those with sense of humour, those that can crack me up. Basically those that are handsome la (duhhh).
But after taking care of my mom, I have set my priorities straight. If I can pick anyone for a husband, I want someone that can accept my every flaw. Someone that can put up with me when I’m old, when I get seriously disgustingly sick. Yeah, the ‘love’ that you think can last for a lifetime does not really last. Once you get bored after 2, 5 or the lucky seven years of marriage (nowadays talking), you start doing your own freakin’ thing. I don’t want a marriage like that. Looks is not important. I want a guy that really loves me and no one else. Someone that can take care of me even if I’m having hair loss to the point of baldness. Someone that don’t go for hot chick once he’s a famous goalkeeper. Someone that make decisions based on Islamic beliefs. Someone that loves me because of Allah and someone that can guide me become a better Muslim.
Anyway, the point is, for those that are still not married, don’t go for rich guys. Don’t go for guys with looks. Don’t go for guys that you are proud of to be displaying on your facebook or during Raya where you take him home to show to your pathetic cousins.
Trust me, you won’t be forever lovey-dovey with your spouse forever like during the first year of dating. One day, you’ll get old and all you want is someone sitting faithfully next to you reciting Al-Fatihah or Yassin.
A nice song with a video that kinda sum up what I have been trying to say. Check the video out. Sang by He Is We featuring Owl City. The name of the song is All About Us.
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