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Coming of age

Parents' minds, naturally, are full of memories of the many milestones our children pass through. I remember a friend telling me that when both her sons were toilet trained, she felt she could finally move on with life. They were already in primary school at the time, but she still remembered. Perhaps some of us more sentimental sorts will even remember the first glimpse of our babies on the ultrasound screen, the first time the kid slept through the night, the first PSLE paper, etc.

We have just come to another milestone. Over the weekend, the boy had his First Holy Communion, which, for Catholics, is a major, mega rite of passage. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe that he is already so 'old'. It seems like it wasn't so long ago when he was still drinking from his milk bottle in church. But now, he can share in partaking the Bread of Life. It's kind of hard to explain the full significance of this to 9-year-olds, but they do look rather pleased about the whole thing, don't they?

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On a separate note, there seems to be a coming-of-age march of the Spanish-speaking tennis brigade at the Masters Cup. And David Nalbandian is not even there! First, Nadal won his opening match. Not totally unexpected, of course. Then, Ferrer beat Djokovic (unexpected), Gonzalez beat Federer (never say never, - lost 10 times to Federer already, still can beat him one day) and then Ferrer beat Nadal (well, Spaniard versus Spaniard - one has to win, what)!

Vamos, Spanish speakers! Do continue to live things up.
News and pix from here.
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Lam Chun See said…
I think the most memorable moment is when they emerge into the world. Too bad you mothers are too preoccupied to cherish the moment. Heee.
5:25 pm
Anonymous said…
Ha ha, basically, I was numb from epidural and couldn't see clearly because I wasn't wearing my spectacles when he emerged.
3:49 pm
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