No one warned me to bring tissues

Just 2 days back, I brought Xi En to a new pediatrician (PD) and after running through the history, the PD made a comment: “You experienced it all”.

“Huh?” I muttered.

“Oh-ya, He came a long way” was my next answer, thinking that the PD was referring to Xi En’s growing up years.

“No, you experienced it all. He won’t remember much of it” the PD reiterated

That’s when I stopped answering. I knew if I speak further, the tears will come. The memory bank with all the growing up journey of a preemie can bring down a storm.

But he’s quite right, we are the one who have experienced it all; a full weight of experience. It’s not easy; but then it’s not all too tough either. Compared to many others, we are blessed. Very blessed to have Xi En; without any lasting issues of his prematurity. If not for his bony built, most would not ask about his birth weight and story.

Now that’s not the story on tissues.


It was just a day before Xi En’s pre-school concert. He missed school on that day after waking up with a nose bleed, blocked nose, cough and the whole works.

After 2 visits to 2 different doctors (a Chinese one for Chinese herbs and a Western one for symptom medicine) and a full day of rest, we thought he would be well enough to perform at the concert.

But it seemed not so. After a long struggle, he slept at 430am and woke up at 8am on the day itself.

I am not sure if it’s pre-performance jittery or the effect of medicine.

He cited unwell reasons to absent himself from the afternoon concert. And he is sleepy. And he won’t be able to blow his nose while he danced on stage. And and and………

That are all facts which are undeniably true.

But we refused to give in….

Because after medication, Doctor Quack (aka. his Mom) said he is well to go for it.

Because we know that he might be finding an easy way out.

Because it is a battle he needs to fight on his own.

I thought I needed to bring guns and swords to force him to go out of the house. But surprising, after a shower, we were out of the house without much of a struggle.

Upon reaching the school hall, he was hurried into the backstage by the teachers before I managed to rattle off to his minders that he needs to blllloooowwwww his noooooosssseeeeee……….

Sigh… the endless worry warts a mommy has.


It is Xi En’s very first pre-school concert. He missed last year’s as he was really unwell with stomach flu.

We were determined that he don’t miss it this year. Not that we need to watch it. Not that we need to see him dance or sing. Not all that.

We want him to experience the fruit of his labor. All the practice hours and rehearsal put in just for a performance… He needs to see that as long as he persist and persevere, he can do it.

And he totally didn’t fail himself (and us).

Doesn’t matter if the dance moves were not coordinated;

Doesn’t matter if some steps were missed;

Doesn’t matter if he looks somewhat dazed out;

It was the most awesome performance I have ever seen in my life. THE VERY BEST!

And for this; no one warned me to remember to bring tissues.

My handsome young man is all grown up; it’s all too fast since his début to this world at 1.27kg some 5 years back.

He has come a long way and we are just so glad we “experienced it all” together with him.

Thank you darling for the perseverance to finish the performance. Daddy and Mommy has no words to describe how proud we are of you. * 2 thumbs up*! 🙂

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And we know we are not the only parent who felt that way; just by the most resounding claps in the theater; beaming faces and wolf-whistles; every seat is a proud parent/grandparent. 🙂

Way to go little fellow! Next year, I will remember to bring some tissues.

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