I recently read a Facebook post on how a mother reassured her daughter of her unconditional love by reminding her of always having the choice to leave an uncomfortable situation.

As our son enters middle childhood, I realize that it’s becoming more and more challenging to simply command orders and expect him to just obey and follow. Most of the time, he will ask more than a couple of “why” – is the task needed? Is my way the best way to accomplish it? Is time of the essence or can it wait until later? I can’t say I’m surprised really because I’m exactly like him when I was a child, and I can imagine my parents at their wit’s end with my many questions and counter-arguments.

Golf will forever be etched in our hearts as the first sport our son ever loved. Sure he enjoys playing badminton and basketball too but it’s only golf that he pursues with unrelenting passion and commitment.

I have a confession to make. Every time I miss my monthly period, even if it’s just for a day, I already secretly hope that I’m pregnant (even if it’s not scientifically possible), and yes I even actually take a pregnancy test and start praying about it. But most of the time (like today), the minute I do, I start spotting, and it feels like God’s being too kind to me and just gives me a flat NO, before I get my hopes up any further.