Good to be a father

Earlier this evening, after feeding the kids, I left them to play while I cleared the table.

Then came the expected squeal from Noah, which was definitely caused by a pinch or scratch by her sister, who has learnt to retaliate when her brother refuses to share his toys.

Just this time, it was probably more painful, so much so that Noah started tearing and came to hug me.

I did a small pep talk to Ellie to warn her not to hurt korkor and sent her off to apologise. Little did I expect Noah to have already hidden himself in the guest room in anger so as to avoid her sister's approach.

Ellie found him anyway, tiptoed to give her big brother a few pats on his head before giving him a hug.

The next moment was pure magic. Noah's facial expression completely changed in an instant, and semi-reluctantly, he hugged her back. I proceeded to hold both of them in my arms and before I knew it they were playing together again.

It's these little things that remind me that I am a lucky man, to be blessed with a 2 lovely kids. Without them, I would never understand nor experience the capacity to love and to be loved without condition.

Even though most days are tough, and some really really rough, I still have to say, it's good to be a father.