Dearest Phoebe, when you were still attending childcare at CM, Mummy would give me daily afternoon updates. One of the statements she would write would be "She came back in her school uniform". Well, this meant that you didn't wet yourself in school that day.
Mummy started toilet training a couple of months back and there were misses; hence, in the process, you had to be changed out of your school uniform and into whatever spare clothes we had packed inside your school bag (BTW, you had a blue Thomas school bag coz you were really into Thomas & Friends).
What most people take for granted tasks as simple as easing yourself in the toilet was a daunting task for a toddler like you. Hence, coming back home in your school uniform was a sign that you have mature and are more aware of your bodily functions. Plus the fact that you are able to inform your teachers of your need to visit the toilet, I am glad that Mummy persisted with the toilet training at home and in school.
Phoebe, I am sure you would read about this incident in your history books but I would just like to highlight to you that last week, there was a young Singaporean lady who was killed in a senseless terrorist attack in Mumbai, India. She died of gunshot wounds and the press had a field day covering this tragic event.
Mummy and Daddy did agree that there were some reports that bordered on sensationalism; however, there was one journalist who wrote a touching commentary. In his attempt to make sense of the illogicalness of her death, he quoted from the Renaissance poet, John Donne. "..any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind;...". He ended off the article by saying, "We are mankind and we are diminished".
We, human beings are social creatures, taking comfort in the masses but yet most of the time, we choose to build walls around ourselves. It probably takes a monstrous event to make us realise our interconnectivity; however, such social awakenings are usually short-lived and fleeting. Pretty soon, we are back behind our own walls. Our emotions are extremely powerful and can spur us into actions.
So if you happen to experience such a surge in your emotions, Daddy would like you to write about it. Write a simple prose, a poem or even a song! Mummy and I would definitely like to view it when it is done.
As for Daddy, I would just like to paraphrase one of the literary masters who had shown great wit and candour in capturing our emotions in his writings, William Shakespeare.
"I pray that Thy mercy is not strained;
from the heavens, droppeth the gentle rain.
To wash away my pain and sorrows,
of today and many, many morrows."
Be good and smile pretty,
Daddy Dearest
