Kids will be kids. Let them be kids. In their cheeky grins, there’s light — a reminder not to take the world, or ourselves, too seriously. If they can smile in the rubble, we can learn to smile in our chaos too.
Letting It Play Out - Maturity comes with Age.
Where to begin?
It has been one long, challenging day that began in the elevator while taking my daughter to work. She was going on and on about parenting, and I — half-awake, half-listening — made a mistake. Somewhere between floors, I asked, “You have children?”
“No,” she replied.
Then it slipped out — casual, too familiar, like I was talking to an old friend, not my daughter.
“Then fuck you.”
It wasn’t said in anger. Just a poor attempt at humor, a lapse in mindfulness. But it landed wrong. All hell broke loose, and rightly so.
The rest of the day, my monkey mind had a field day. Replaying the scene, making sure I suffered for my slip of the tongue. I knew it was my bad. I should’ve just listened, stayed present, and held the space for her thoughts.
To reset, I spent the morning at the Museum Gallery at USM — among friends and artworks, the stillness of paintings and the quiet dignity of space. The colors, textures, and forms gave me room to breathe again, to gather what was scattered.
When I got home, I decided to take a long nap and let whatever happens, happen. No resistance. No control. Just surrender to the flow of the day.
Before I dropped her off, she told me I didn’t need to pick her up later — her own subtle form of punishment. Fair enough. I accepted it.
Later in the day, my son woke me, asking if I was going to go get her. I told him no, and instead went for a walk by the seaside. There, I sat and let the soft sloshing of the waves wash over my restless thoughts. The guilt began to dissolve into salt and wind.
She stayed out past midnight. No call. No message. Another form of punishment, perhaps. But by then, I had already let it go. Not with bitterness, but with clarity.
It doesn’t really matter anymore — not in a careless way, but in a peaceful way. The drama no longer owns me. I’ve released my grip on it, and let it play out on its own terms.
Like weather, emotions pass. Like tides, conflict recedes. All I can do is show up better next time — more mindful, more present, more human.
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