Wednesday, March 08, 2006
I'll Kiss You Everyday and Tell You I Love You
When I have a child someday, I'm gonna love him like mad. Yes, him. For some reason, I want my first child to be a boy. I guess I have way too many cute little boy cousins, and I just love them to bits, so I want something of a clone. Plus, two of my boy cousins kissed me and told me they missed me when I went on a holiday... It's just too sweet for words.
I'm gonna hug him everyday, kiss him everyday, and tell him how much I love him everyday.
I don't think I should have more than one kid, 'cos I'll probably spoil my son rotten, and that's not fair to his little sister (one son, one daughter), is it?
Seriously, I think I'll be the type of mom who smothers her kid with too much affection and spoils him. Not a good parenting strategy, but heck, I'll do it anyway.
Every time I see a mom with her son on the bus, I fantasise about my future son.
I'll kiss him everyday, and make him kiss me everyday. I'll tell him "I love you" at least once a day, even when he starts to feel embarassed about it and say, "Mom!" I'll hug him in the mornings, and tuck him into bed at night. I'll tell him bedtime stories, and sing him lullabies. I'll cry the first day he goes to pre-school, and smile when he tells me about his day. I'll pack him sandwiches and fruits, buy him school uniform and shoes. I'll...
The list goes on and on and on. But you get the gist of it, don't you? That I'm gonna love my son to pieces every single day.
Funny thing is, when I dream about all this, the image of a husband never appears. It's always me, and my son. I guess in these days, you don't need a husband to raise a kid. So many people out there are struggling single parents who do their jobs well. Heck, I don't even need to get married. All I do is go to a sperm bank, or to an adoption agency. As long as I have my kid, I'm happy.
Just thinking about all this makes me so deliriously happy. Maybe it's time to think about names. How about Basil? I really like that name, for some reason. Basil Yap. Yeah, it'll work.
I'm gonna hug him everyday, kiss him everyday, and tell him how much I love him everyday.
I don't think I should have more than one kid, 'cos I'll probably spoil my son rotten, and that's not fair to his little sister (one son, one daughter), is it?
Seriously, I think I'll be the type of mom who smothers her kid with too much affection and spoils him. Not a good parenting strategy, but heck, I'll do it anyway.
Every time I see a mom with her son on the bus, I fantasise about my future son.
I'll kiss him everyday, and make him kiss me everyday. I'll tell him "I love you" at least once a day, even when he starts to feel embarassed about it and say, "Mom!" I'll hug him in the mornings, and tuck him into bed at night. I'll tell him bedtime stories, and sing him lullabies. I'll cry the first day he goes to pre-school, and smile when he tells me about his day. I'll pack him sandwiches and fruits, buy him school uniform and shoes. I'll...
The list goes on and on and on. But you get the gist of it, don't you? That I'm gonna love my son to pieces every single day.
Funny thing is, when I dream about all this, the image of a husband never appears. It's always me, and my son. I guess in these days, you don't need a husband to raise a kid. So many people out there are struggling single parents who do their jobs well. Heck, I don't even need to get married. All I do is go to a sperm bank, or to an adoption agency. As long as I have my kid, I'm happy.
Just thinking about all this makes me so deliriously happy. Maybe it's time to think about names. How about Basil? I really like that name, for some reason. Basil Yap. Yeah, it'll work.
i know that i have loved you ... at 10:38 PM
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