Thursday, December 21, 2006
I have always being fond of babies. No matter what colour they are. I find that babies are the only beings in this world that are pure & innocent. That's why some people claim that babies are little angels god sent to brighten up your life. They have no ulterior motive when they are nice to you. Their wish is simple. They just want you to be happy and so they are happy. And by making you happy, they tend to do a lot of things for you just to see you smile. That's what my boys do...
No matter how harsh I am to them. No matter how unreasonable I am to them.. At the end of the day, they'll still do things for me... Just to see me smile. Whenever my hubby bully me(playing), I'll fake crying & you'll see a hero coming to my rescue. That's my boy, Little Travis.
He's only 3 yrs old. But I find him more mature then boys his age. He's the usual boy though, the usual baby... He'll cry when his toys are being taken away by his classmates or his little brother. He'll shout for mummy when he wets his pants(YES, he still wet his pants now). He'll feel sad when we promise to bring him out but did not do so. He's the usual baby... He does what boys his age does.
But what makes him so special is how mature he present himself & the little things he does that we never thought a baby his age knows.
When he spills a cup of water, he'll take a cloth to wipe the water. And he knows that if the amount of water is a lot, he'll squeeze the cloth dry and carry on wiping until the floor is wet. He knows that wet floor are slippery, & he'll forbid his baby brother to walk around whenever my mother in law is wiping the floor, and he'll explain to this brother why. He look after his brother. And he looks after me too.
I remember once I was sick. I was down with a flu and a 39 degree Celsius high fever. I was on the bed all day. Feeling so terrible. I couldn't even get out of bed to pour myself a drink. Little Travis was playing in the living room. After a while, he came into my room and called me. I told him that I was sick and asked him to stay away from me for fear he might get the flu bug from me. He stood there looking at me with a confused look on his face. What he did next was really sweet. He opened the drawer and look for the digital thermometer. Then he came beside me and felt my forehead before he placed the thermometer in my ear and took my temperature even though he doesn't even know how to read the thermometer. When it beeps a second later, he took it out from my ear, and as if he knows what it showed, he gasped and said to me:'Mummy, You are running a fever!'. Then he put the thermometer down and stood beside the bed and stroke my head. Before he go, he said to me :'Mummy, you orh-orh(sleep), ok? I go out play-play huh!!! You dun get out of bed, ok???' Then he kiss my head and go out to the living room to look for his baby brother.
Sweet, isn't it!?
My son.. Isn't he such a sweet little baby... Not only this incident, but also a few other little things he did that makes him so special.
Even if he just quarrel with his little brother awhile ago, he'll still help him up if he falls. He'll also tell his baby brother it's ok to fall, it's alright and stuffs like that as he bring him to the sofa. Sometimes if it's a hard fall or his brother just wouldn't stop crying after a fall, he'll alert the grown-ups and insist that we do something about his brother immediately. And of course, he'll help in the process.
Caring, isn't he?
Once we came home late, my hubby and I. It was raining heavily that night. Little Travis was sitting on the sofa when we reached home. When he saw us, he looked up at the clock and the weather outside. Then he turned to us and with a very fierce expression, lectured us. He said that it was late and was raining heavily, we shouldn't be outside. We should be home early. Because we might be sick and might catch a fever if we were caught in the rain. After the lecture, he gave out a loud sigh as he shook his head slightly from left to right before he turn his head back & continue watching his TV show.
OMG!!! He's mature, isn't he?
That's how my boy is... A sweet, caring, mature little boy...
I can give up everything for them. Even my life... No words can describe how proud I am of them. All I want from them is them to be happy always!!!
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snowflakes at 10:29 AM