Finally, USPR!

The day my first born was waiting for all year was here.

Were he nervous? Maybe yes, maybe not. Was I nervous? Maybe no, uhm... maybe a little bit.

The day before the big day, he told me he had a headache during dinner which, frankly speaking, kinda worried me a bit. Was it pressure? Was it something wrong? I rubbed a bit of minyak angin on both spots next to his eyes and he was relieved a bit.

By 8pm, he asked my permission to go to bed and I, surely agreed. We climbed to bed together and I laid down next to him for awhile. As I mentioned we shall pray a bit before bedtime earlier, he asked me how about the prayer. We did that, but I couldn't find the proper words. I just told him to do his best, and that this exam does not dictate life.

I told the younger two to take all their stuffs out to my room, toothbrushes, pillows, bolsters, blankets, pyjamas and that the room is NO ENTRY after that second.

Laying beside him, and his back facing me, I remembered back the time when he was a baby. Here was my first born, whom I tugged to sleep every night. I remembered how he just won't go to sleep by himself and I had to wait until he fell asleep only I can get off the bed to have some time of my own.

The memories with him is so much stronger than with the other two, especially during those nights in Brunei. Some nights, he was right in the middle between me and my hubs and we would just wait until he dozed off. Then I would leave the room to catch an episode of Friends on tv. Some nights, we talked and laughed and giggled. Some nights, he took so long to doze off that I dozed off before he did. And look at him now, he's even taller than me already!

That night, I woke up at 4, 5 and 6, dammit! I kept saying I wasn't pressured as really, I don't care if he doesn't get flying colors. I think he's a very keen learner and intelligent enough to me. As I often stress to him, results is nothing compared to the right attitude and mannerism.

I gave him a hug before he left for the school and wished him all the best. He looked pretty cool and confident.

Then the whole morning, I almost freaked out a little, wondering if he would freak out or had a brain block or .... something! I was anxious as I see the clock ticks and excitedly went over to school at 12.30pm to pick him up. The sky was raining cats and dogs. When I saw him among the group of primary 6 students, girls and boys, large and small, he was cool and  flashed his cute smile when he saw me. I was so relieved. He was pretty ok. *whew*

And well, there goes a little weight of burden on my shoulders, ok I admit, I was a bit stressed out for him. Let him enjoy the rest of the exam papers for now.