My Longkang

Hello everybody,

I am referred to by Bengbeng as Miss Calm and Collected. In a way, that is true. I am almost always calm and usually collected more so than Bengbeng. That is not to say that I do not care about issues. I keep it to myself and show little emotion.

I was emotionally affected and disgusted by the case of the woman in Miri who was assaulted and had her ……. cut off but in typical foochow manner, I speak few words. However I try my best to support Bengbeng in all his endeavours and interests.

Bengbeng has gone to pick up Benghui from piano class. So here I am. It is said behind every Ferdinand Marcos there is an Imelda. I do not have so many pair of shoes but I think I do a good job.

My life is very different from my mother’s. I work, I studied part-time to get my degree and keep my household in order. And most of all I have to take care of my husband and child. Sometimes I wonder who needs more care and attention..Benghui or Bengbeng?

I wake up very early in the morning about 5a.m. just like my mum before me and prepare food for my family. However I do not keep chickens or ducks which is a big relief. Benghui’s van comes to pick him up very early to bring him to school.

When burglars broke into our house recently, a friend gave Bengbeng a puppy.It is the ugliest puppy I ever have had. No beauty at all! But it turns out to be most dependable one at home six months later. I am more secure after that. Bengbeng reminds me not to judge the book by its cover and I should love all the cats - black cats, white cat, brown cats etc as long as it can catches rats. Isn’t it?

What do I rate as the most important achievements in my life? My kid, my husband, my education, my career and dollars and cents in that order. My kid before my husband? Yes, there is something about a kid which only a mum can understand.

I have fears and worries about how he will end up. Will he be able to lead a useful and fulfilling life? Am I pressuring him too much? Will he look back on his childhood days and remember me as his loving mum or jailer always nagging him to do what is right.

There is no true and correct way to parent a child. I just do my best and pray that God will continue to bless him and my family.