Father and Son Bonding

Vien was 2 months old in these photos

It is my constant delight to see Vien playing with his father. I envision them biking together in the park, fishing in the lake, or playing tennis or badminton. Their bonding moments are different from mine with my baby boy. Different in a sense that I couldn’t utterly describe it, for luck of appropriate words to attach to what I see. But one thing I do know, they look great together and will do more wonderful things with each other in the future. I hope they would be best buddies as Vien grows old. That is my prayer. That is what will be.

Good Times and Bad Times

There are times I feel like I am a child with a child of my own. My life has been scarred by the fact that I didn't know how to be a mother because I had grown up without one. Everyday with Vien teaches me lessons of life, of being a parent, of being a woman. There are ups and downs, tears and laughters. I know this journey is long and tiring, fulfilling and exciting. My daily doze of energy is Vien. As long as there is him, there is me, eagerly willing to brave anything this life has to offer.