21 August 2012, by Kelvin Ang
I am sure you must have heard it all before — parents lamenting that they hardly have any free time to themselves after the kids arrive, but yet in the same breath they gush about their kids being the most precious things to them in the entire universe and how they will not trade them for anything.
Yes, we parents can be a fickle and forgetful bunch. We go ga-ga about our babies when they were born, get frustrated when they are in their terrible twos and then conveniently add on another one or two siblings after that.
Well at least that was how I ended up with three.
Because for all the complaining that I do with regard to our children, the pleasures of being a Daddy severely outweighs the sacrifices that I had to make at the end of the day. Sure, there are times when I feel frustrated at the littlest things they do sometimes. I DO get aggravated when they do something I KNOW they are going to do.
Case in point — I have the fridge open and Ale crawls right in. I know she is going to do it. She does it EVERY time I open the door. She crawls up and starts grabbing all the glass bottles. And I get mad at her.
But that is just one part of parenting, isn’t it? The other part comes along when we receive the payout. And for me, the rewards and joys of parenthood didn’t come any bigger than the Father’s Day episode involving Ash.
Ash had been crafting me a Father’s Day card for the past few years. But this year, we were overseas during the Father’s Day weekend so he couldn’t find the time to make me a card. Not that I minded of course.
After all, how many Fathers actually receive presents on this day, but that’s besides the point.
I was genuinely happy enough to receive a ‘Happy Father’s Day!’ greeting from him and Ayd.
But a few days later, I received a gift from him.
Yes, an ANGPOW (or red packet).
Apparently, he didn’t want me to forgo my Father’s Day gift. So after turning his brain inside out, he decided to pry open his piggy bank, grab a bunch of coins and put them into a red packet. Oh yes, he knows where I keep my empty red packets.
He then wrote the wordings on the angpow, sealed it up with lots of scotch tape – maximum-security style no less – and presented it to me that night when I returned from work.
I was stumped. Gobsmacked, even.
I never saw it coming.
I once asked him to spare a dollar from his prized piggy bank to treat the wifey & I to ice cream and he looked at me as if I were insane. That was how ferociously he would guard his fortune. And he would save every penny that his grandparents gave him. Every. Single. Time.
So I was utterly pleased to have received this very nice gesture from Ash. He told me he just chucked a handful of coins into the red packet so he didn’t even know the value of the contents.
Well, neither do I. Because I have no intention of opening it. This will always be one of the precious little things that will stay with me until the day I die.
And until that day comes, you can be sure that I will continue hoarding these special joys of mine that parenthood brings.