March 24, 2008 at 6 o'clock in the morning, I just finished preparin the clothes my eldest son will wear for his Recognition Day. He gave me a big surprise. He was recognised as the top student of his class. I felt so excited, and wanted to cry. But I have to remain composed althroughout the ceremony. It was my partner for the past three years who went with my son on the stage to put his Gold Medal. I can't do it myself. I gave my partner the honor to do it for me. Because I think he deserves to do that, he's been his "dad" for a couple of years now..
March 25, 2008 exactly 3 o'clock in the afternoon, my middle child proudly marched on the aisle for his moving up ceremony. He lead the Invocation, he stood at the center stage, uttering each word with feelings. He also got an award, Best in Language and Best in Science. I was the one who went to the stage with him as he receives the recognition. On the later part of the ceremony, the students paid tribute to their parents by singing "Thank You" and giving a stemmed-rose to their moms. This time I had to let the tears fall.
In my mind, the song was dedicated to my kids. They taught me how to love and showed me what the world means. In these ceremonies, it was not only my kids who did the moving up. I also experienced moving up and moving on. Finally, I was able to let my kids finish this school year. After two years of living a life without direction. I came back to my senses and realised that I owe everything to my children. And I will do everything not to let the same mistake happen again.
