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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Mummy, I'm tired

If you’ve read my post from earlier today, you’d know that today hasn’t been really great. In fact, this whole week has been quite lousy, what with it being the anticlimactic first week of school after the lovely lazy week-long holiday where I pretended that I was a Snorlax and slept most of the time, getting up only once in a while to eat.
Today’s frustrating events made me snap, and I had an emotional breakdown. I felt so much frustration, annoyance, stress and self-pity that all I wanted to do was cry. And all I could think was “I want my mummy!” It’s quite a primitive response, certainly, but I think every once in a while, when we’re overwhelmed, we need someone to calm us down, and little is more calming than mother’s gentle voice.
So I called my mummy, and my voice cracking, I said “Mummy, I’m tired”. And she said, “Oh, what’s the matter?” Just hearing the gentle concern in her voice made me start to tear up and cry, and I proceeded to explain my distress, though I’m sure it was completely incomprehensible.
Mummy surely didn’t really understand what I was upset about – nobody could possibly understand my tear-choked blabbering – but the only thing that mattered was that I was upset. She didn’t interrupt me, she just listened, not asking for details, not asking for clarification. But when finally I’d finished my incoherent rant, she recited this poem which she’s always recited to her children:
When the road you're trudging is all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
When you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't quit.

Hearing that was all I needed. I felt like nothing else needed to be said. In any case, I couldn’t say much because I was holding back sobs. All I could say was “Mummy, please repeat that poem again for me.” Which she did of course, and that made me feel so much better.

P/S: Of course, when I collected myself a few minutes later, I called Mummy again, to let her know that I'm alright, and that she needn't worry too much. That I'm just having a bad week. And she said "Have you been getting enough sleep? Take a nice warm shower, sleep. And makan. You'll feel much better after a nice shower and some sleep. I love you, son." Perfect advice.  

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