Proud...

Mom came back quite early from work last Monday. Arriving Grandma’s house around 6.30pm. As soon as mom arrived, mom saw Ryan, Grandma and ‘Eeya’ getting ready to go to the pasar malam. Every Monday, there will be a lot of stalls lining up along the street near Grandma’s house. There were a collection of stalls selling goods such fruits, vegetables, toys, clothes and other ornaments at low prices. There were also hawker stalls selling laksa, noodles, satay, murtabak, kebab, pizza and et cetera. This group of stalls rotate around different housing areas on different days of the week.

Hey, why is mom writing about pasar malam? Mom’s intention is to relate an incident that happened that day. As mom held Ryan’s little soft and delicate palm walking along the street, mom knew Ryan was astonished with all sort of toys that were being displayed. Ryan called out loud each time spotting the toys from far and mom enjoyed looking at the happy smile crafted on Ryan’s face.

As soon as we finished getting the foodstuff for our dinner, Ryan pointed his finger towards a ‘pakcik’ who was busy inflating a balloon with the helium gas. There were at least already 6 balloons floating in the air with each of them neatly tied with fine strings at around 1 meter long all attached to the top of the gas tank.

“Balloon! Mommy! I want balloon!" "Let’s find out how much does it cost, Ryan", mom said. As mom was approaching the ‘pakcik’, Ryan got even more excited. “Satu berapa?”, mom asked. The man gave a peace sign and continued distending another balloon. No more further persuasion was made. Well, feeling disappointed, mom felt that RM2 was a little dear for just an oval medium sized balloon. “Ryan, it’s a bit expensive! When we get home later, mommy will try to search for a balloon and blow you a bigger one. Is that ok?” To mom’s surprised, Ryan accepted the idea by saying “OK” happily. Not a single act of rebel has Ryan demonstrated. Deep inside mom’s heart, mom felt so proud of you, Ryan. It wasn’t mom’s intention not to get you that balloon, son……

Wow.. I have a blogspot too..

Many months ago, a friend of mom asked if Ryan has a blogspot. Mom answered with a negative reply and with a single lame excuse.. "I can't find time for that. I have thousands of pictures and great memories to share but.." Argh.. there is always a "but" in between the lines. At that very moment, hundreds and thousands of great memories of my little king flashed out randomly in mom's head. Mom knew it is time to start sharing and penning down the moments of joy of giving birth to and bringing up a son called Ryan. It's gonna take sometime for mom to stroll along the memory lanes. Rest assured mom will surely walk through some of the good ones..
Ryan is 2 and a half years old now. Healthy, steady, cheeky and witty... a little sunshine that keeps on glimmering mom's and papa's life...