My Two Tigers

It is late at night and despite me having eye bags from sleepless nights, tonight, I feel strangely awake. So I lay in bed listening to my two tigers sleeping on either side of me. Oh yes, both Daddy and Baby Low are born in the year of the Tiger. And this year is supposed to be especially good, because it is the year of the Golden Tiger. I am oddly and perhaps vulnerably, the Rabbit in the family :)

So, here I am, in the dark, listening to my two slumbering tigers and just feeling a deep sense of contentment and love enveloping me, as I thank my blessings for this wonderful family.

My Little Tiger - for filling me with the wonder of life and giving me a new purpose and meaning as I learn new lessons everyday in my new path of motherhood. For bringing me joy everyday, especially when he breaks into a smile. For just being my little man.

My Big Tiger - for taking care of me all this while, and now taking care of both mother and child. For indulging me every time. For always trying to make me happy. For always considering my feelings. For always being patient with me. For just accepting and loving me for who I am.

Today, I am especially filled with love for my Big Tiger, because he has made every effort to make my parents feel welcome in their stay with us. Actually, he has been a great son-in-law since the day my parents arrived. In fact, he has always been an exemplary son-in-law and I would say my parents don't even see the suffix "in-law" in him anymore; Henry is simply "Son" to them. (When we left for our first overseas long-stay trip, my mum wrote me a mother-to-daughter letter and I have always found something she wrote there touching - she said she felt much assured that I am in good hands, because she knows Henry will take good care of me. In fact, she is very happy with this new son, always feeling a warmth in her heart, whenever she hears him address her "Mother".)

When Henry came home from work late last night, I had mentioned to him that my father wanted to have a profile picture for his new FB account. And as I am not familiar with how his computer works, I needed his help to reduce the size of the photos. The next morning, my dear Big Tiger woke up at 8am to not only reduce the size of the photos, but also to do Photoshop work on them before posting them. And this is despite the fact that he came home from work at 3.30am in the morning. Yours truly was still in bed (from a sleepless night) until 11am, when he came to wake me up and tell me that he has helped my dad with the photos.

My dearest Big Tiger, I am sorry if I did not sound more enthusiastic or appreciative when you told me of your good work, or when you shared with me your enthusiasm for your latest Bill Bryson book. Wifey Rabbit can certainly do a better job at listening and appreciating my generous-hearted and happy Big Tiger. And in fact, she solemnly promises to try harder :)

For now, my Big and Little Tigers, sleep well. And may you have happy dreams about your Rabbit kin.