Friday, October 17, 2014

Little Miss Sunshine

The skies were a bit dark and gloomy again which kinda mirrors how I was feeling earlier. These long walks on my way home from work somehow makes me think of random stuff that keeps on muddling my brain. Working in a place where you are constantly surrounded by kids sometimes makes me want to pull all of my hair off and swear off children forever. Don't get me wrong though, I love my work, it's just that sometimes there are days when you just want everything to hold still even for a minute just so you can take a breather. 

But it's the everyday miracles that make this kind of days special for me. Just like today. After I got home from a very stressful day at work, I just threw myself onto our couch, covered my face with my arms, not wanting to move ever again. Then out of the blue, my niece approaches me and just silently sits beside me. After a few minutes, she turned around to look at me and said "Mama Cho. Are you okay?" then when I said that I'm not, she moved and wrapped her arms around me and said "Here, let me hug you" then she rained my face with wet and sloppy kisses and she didn't stop until I'm already laughing too hard, making me forget that I was having a bad day. When finally she decided to stop she said "I love you. now, are you okay?" she said, beaming at me. 

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That's when I caught another glimpse of one of my everyday miracles. Because then I knew that I was loved unconditionally. I never asked her to but she did her best, on the way that she knew how, to make me feel better. That's the thing about kids that I admire most, that they give away their love freely just because they want to. With no pretenses or hidden agendas. They just want you to be happy and they're not asking for anything in return. They're not scared that they'd be turned away or that the love they showed you would be thrown back to their face. They just want to share love, as simple as that. And don't I wish everyone could learn how to do that too, including me.

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