I was half asleep when my son stormed the room. “Papa, are you still going to sleep?” he smiled brightly, “I made a Father’s day surprise for you... I also prepare you breakfast.” I thanked him and returned the smile. “Can you bring the surprise here?” I was wondering. “Well, it’s kinda in the whole room…” I got up curiously to see what’s going on.
On the countertop kitchen I saw a cereal bowl prepared for me. “I didn’t want to put the milk because I don’t want it to get soggy,” he explained.
I looked around the room to see what he made. I did not see anything. But then instead of seeing, I hear something. He turned on the jazz channel on TV and let the sound fill the whole room. It occurred to me then that I mentioned about this the day before. We went to the movie theater. On the way home I turned on the jazz radio and said to my son, “Cyan, Papa loves this kind of music.” I did the rhythm thing and moved my body to the beat.
He took that into account to make such a simple thing for his dad on Father’s day. Little things done with great love become great things. Especially when it came from a childlike heart like his. I was touched. It was indeed special. Bless my son’s heart, Lord. And make my heart be like a child’s. Amen.
Happy Father’s day to all fathers.
Glory to the Most Holy Trinity,
Bro Chan
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2 comments:
Chan,
After reading this post and some of your other posts, I can see why God is letting you raise your son alone. (at least for the time being) You are blessed even more than you realize. Be filled with faith!! From a woman who cares and understands.
Hello love,
Whoever you are, your comment made me shed a few tears. I recall the amount of silent surrender I am offering up in order to turn my intense pain into joy. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers always...
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