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Today was an unusual but meaningful day, as we had to shift our plans because of an unexpected power outage in our condo. The maintenance work scheduled by the building meant we would be without electricity for 5 to 6 hours, and given that my son is recovering from an operation, the lack of air conditioning and the summer heat would be difficult for him. His leg is in a cement cast, covering half of his body, and the discomfort from the heat would make it even harder for him to bear. So, we decided to spend a few hours at my in-laws’ house to escape the sweltering heat and ensure he remained comfortable. It turned out to be a great decision, as the kids were thrilled to visit their grandparents. They especially loved playing with their cousins, my sister-in-law’s daughters. They are the eldest children in the family, and they shared their toys, played games, and enjoyed each other's company. The atmosphere was full of energy, with the sounds of laughter and chatter filling the air.
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After some fun playtime, we all gathered around for lunch. It was a family affair, with everyone sitting down to enjoy a meal together. The kids continued to play afterward, their energy seemingly endless. When the time for their afternoon nap came, I could see the tiredness in their little faces, and they drifted off to sleep almost immediately. I took a moment to relax myself, enjoying the quiet. But as the afternoon wore on, my youngest daughter, just two years old, began showing signs that she needed something more than the group activities. It was clear she wanted some one-on-one time with me, something special and just for her. I could feel the guilt rising in me because, with all the attention focused on my son due to his recovery, I knew she might feel left out. It was a challenge to divide my attention equally between them, but my daughter’s quiet request tugged at my heart.
So, I took her outside to the backyard, away from the hustle and bustle of the house. We spent some time near the two goldfish ponds, where she watched the fish swim calmly beneath the surface. Her little face lit up with curiosity as she pointed at the fish, and I could tell she was satisfied just being there, connecting with me in that quiet, peaceful moment. Afterward, she asked to play on the swing, and I pushed her gently, delighting in her giggles and how she made a point to ask me to sit beside her. Despite her young age, she communicated her desires so clearly and confidently. It reminded me that, while my son had recently gone through a difficult experience, my daughter also needed and deserved attention, even if she was not physically in need of care like her brother.
I began to realize how important it is to strike a balance in how I give my love and attention to both of my children. The competition between them is natural, especially since they’re so close in age, but I promised myself that I would be more mindful. As parents, we sometimes unintentionally focus more on one child than the other, but it’s essential to make sure both children feel loved, seen, and valued. After our bonding time, my daughter seemed content, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude. It’s these small moments that matter most, and I am committed to making sure both of my children feel that they are equally cherished, even when one needs more immediate care. In the end, family is about balance, love, and being there for each other, no matter the circumstances.
