by Earlie Doriman
There is no happiest moment in a father’s life than to see his children growing, happy, content, and full of love. My two sons provide a different kind of bliss and inspiration to my life. They make my existence more colourful and they added an exceptional meaning to fatherhood. That is why when something goes wrong with them, there is equally no immediate space to contain the worry that I could feel. As I have shared in my older post ‘Chickenpox and Intravenous Cannulation’, my wife and I went through a couple of horrendous weeks when they caught the chickenpox virus, one after another, which was made worst when my youngest son Thomas was eventually rushed to the hospital and stayed for four long days due to complications.
| Their obsession of sunglasses never discriminate the time of the day. |
But, thanks God they are both well although the traces of the crusted blisters are still visible in my little Thomas’ innocent face, at least they conquered the ordeal, actually we conquered the situation together. Their mum was most pleased and relieved that her two angels are back to their old selves again. God truly knows when things are destined to happen, and He wants them to happen at the right time. Thomas’ illness happened at the start of the Easter holidays, which means I am free to look after him since it is my school break and my wife had her annual leave from work. Simple miracles that deserve heartfelt acknowledgement.