Long hard journey

In my life so far, I had taken many journeys, on my own or with fellow brother Scouts, and recently with my wife. The journeys were fun-filled, adventurous, rewarding and self satisfying. I remember when I was 16, I used to cycle around KL city, which 10 years ago, was already choked with traffic, and I started to discover the other side of the city i.e. the life at suburban areas, as I grew up in the middle of the city and my house was just a few walks away from CBD. Eventually, I gotten more adventurous and the furthest I wander was to Rawang, a small town 40km up north of KL. Aside from cycling, I had also tasted mountain climbing, usually the Selangor's highest peak, Gunung Nuang, with a few friends. I remember the first time as I went up there, I didn't even know the way, it was my gut feeling that led me to the peak. Thereafter, I had became more daring and had even scaled the peak at night.

But those journeys were now seem as nothing compared to the one that I currently embarking on, the long hard journey of parenthood. It's hard, and my endurance is wearing thin. This journey started way back when my wife was pregnant, and it doesn't stop when she gave birth way back in December, in fact, it just got even harder. Every month, we were hurled with new set of problems that just took us by surprise.

From day one, nothing turned out fine. After a hernia operation done last month, our kid is now confronted with diarrhoe and slight fever and we suspect it may be due to teething, and we pray so. Nonetheless, these early signs are just preliminary of more obstacles to come, in this long hard journey, and it will never end until the kid has grown up and can fend for himself.