I must get getting disillusioned about what I'm doing. The more I spend time with the kids, the more I have the feeling I am not getting through - my messages about life, about social behaviour - and it's certainly confirmed by some reflections the more acute ones have been telling me.
Perhaps what Mrs Lau and Phyllida have told me is true then. They will perhaps never understand. It's sad though. But what more could one do really? I guess this is how a parent feels ... Gosh. I have no intentions of ageing so rapidly! But then again, I've always been complimented for being nurturing and paternal ... hhhmmmm
It is best to lower one's expectations. Sparrows cannot be eagles - perhaps some can but well, only if they come to some form of self-realisation.
Should one hope that there would be a better outcome? Or should one let sleeping dogs lie?
I've 'spoken' enough for this past 3 weeks - more so than the past year put together collectively.
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