baru semalam membebel to my kids sebap Mufi merajuk kena catu internet quota dia.
She was bawling her eyes out saying i hate her so i called her out.
As a naturally sarcastic person i begin to lecture,
"So if im giving you a reminder, advises, limitation and set of rules that ; your internet quota could last until the end of the cycle.....that means i hate you.
But if i let you use the internet until it reaches its limit before the end of the month causing you to run out of internet for the remaining few days and waiting in vain until the next cycle.....that's love?"
Love hurts and not,
Hurt in a way of setting boundaries, in a way of delaying gratification in a way of facing conflict upfront, in a way of expressing it opposing to courtesy and tactfulness.
But love does not hurt in a way of completing the big picture, drawing it is a lot of work considering funds and mental readiness but...that final picture worth the courage to face it head on.
Love does not hurt in a way...your loved ones manage to internalize the wisdom before time.
Love does not hurt in a way that you did not let them loose of making mistakes.
Love hurts and not.
Anyway...this morning this picture shows up in my newsfeed.
Delayed gratification is a form of love.
Sacrifice is love.
Courage, courage is love.
If im afraid my kids holding a grudge on me for my black & white rule of thumb, then i could never dare to let them feel uncomfortable.
But being uncomfortable, being triggered is a sign of change.
And change is hard work. A bloody hard work.
Back to last night, Mufi agrees that love hurts and not, kissed me goodnight and limit her internet usage this morning. As mother deal with it and hope for the best is our only choice.
Love hurts and not.
Basically life is a fusion of pain and remedy all mixed in a delicious hot soup broth that you sip during grey rainy days.
Have fun cooking and enjoy it to the last bit☺️
