The moment I found out that their College had a quarter break in September and my son had five days to spare, I immediately got him a plane ticket home. (And because he is favored, I was able to get the ticket at a really good price!)
We didn’t tell anyone that he was coming home, only my husband and I knew about it… but I scheduled a family dinner (with my parents, mother in law, siblings, brother-in-law, and nephews) at my sister’s house the day my unico was supposed to arrive. My sister thought I was getting depressed that’s why I was insistent on having dinner with the family. Little did they know…
We told my son not to enter with us and to wait a few minutes outside the house so it will surprise them more when he enters.
And so we were all mostly at the living room… my mom was saying it would have been nice if my son was around so we were complete, my dad kept asking me for updates on college activities… my nephews were just there hanging out with the adults, trying not to act bored…
On cue, my son knocked on the door — didn’t wait for anyone to open it — then entered and said, “Hi!”
My older nephew let out a low, shocked, “HUH!!!” Followed by a high-pitched “What?!” from the younger one. My mom stared at his eldest grandchild for a good three minutes, not recognizing him, thinking we had another guest. Eventually she realized who she was staring at, stood up and hugged him tight. My dad asked me if I knew he was arriving — uhm, yes, father, I bought his ticket! 🙂 My sister who was slowly coming down from the stairs saw him and stared hard before realizing she wasn’t dreaming.
It was a good surprise. It was nice night for a family reunion.
Family is ❤
The days passed in a blur.
My son had homework to do, papers to write and submit, so it was somewhat a working vacation for him. Yet whenever possible, we took the time to go out and do things together.
He also spent a day at his old high school, visited his teachers and friends.
When at home, he would spend his hours reading or writing. We didn’t always have good, meaningful conversations because he had “stuff to do,” and there were plenty moments like this…
I didn’t really mind much. He was home… that’s all that mattered!
Besides, I can always pester him like this…
It was a short break. Before we knew it, he had to fly back to Singapore.
But then one thing I know for sure is that the moments spent together, no matter how fast — or how short — will always be precious.
Sooner or later he will be busier. He will be more settled in school or swamped with more activities, that staying at the dorm would seem like a better option than coming home.
As our children grow older, they begin to need us less and less. And so we make the most of the moments when we can still hold them near.
We make the most of the moments we share and spend with our loved ones because ultimately these are the moments that matter, right?
Hello and goodbye…
These are the moments that put a smile in our hearts and give meaning to our lives.
photos are all mine