Letters of Love

I've started a new blog and dubbed it Letters of Love.

It's not that I have a whole lot of time on my hands to write, especially now that the new semester has nudged its way into my life.

Rather, I'm using this platform to pen my thoughts which are dedicated solely to my children.

My three lovely girls are growing up, and I know the day will come when teenage angst takes over their rational selves and they may turn into moody, broody, mumbling youths who refuse to communicate with their parents.

I may sound pessimistic and overly dramatic, but having survived the trauma of my teenage years, I'm a perfect specimen of a Live-to-Tell middle-ager who's now getting a dose of her own medicine.

If *only* I knew then what I know now.

At some point in their lives, my girls will demand for their space and privacy and I foresee that reaching out to a clammed shell will be a Herculean task. Of course, I can force my way through and break the shell apart, but what good would that do?

I've read numerous parenting books and listened to double that number of advice from the Seasoned and the Experienced. Behavioural experts and psychologists offer different schools of thoughts, as do the Seasoned and Experienced. My conclusion? That's no perfect solution to parenting woes so I just have to take it all in - lock, stock and barrel!

And so I embark on an unorthodox approach towards parenting. I'll just do things the way I'm comfortable with. And since writing is what I do best, I'll use this as my communication channel to reach out to them.

So far, I've written two letters to Xian and she's read them online. I don't say much after that because I want her to reflect on my words. Honestly, I'm not even sure if this will work and I'm still trying to figure out what's best. I know some people will be uncomfortable with me revealing too much information about my children, but I think it's important to be honest, even if it means being brutal. Plus, shouldn't I know better what NOT to publish? I've got my own set of guidelines to follow, and there are details which I will choose not to share openly. So I would appreciate some trust, thank you.

Anyway, I wouldn't know if it would work if I don't try. So here I am, groping in the dark, hoping for a flicker of light to guide me through this treacherous path towards parenthood enlightenment.

Wish me luck.