At the threshold to March, autumn is approaching without much awareness from us.  The night-long storm from yesterday evening was fierce and destructive, though it couldn't be matched with those catastrophic ones that swept across New Zealand last winter.

Melson was the only one who had a profound sleep over the storming night.  He is so innocent and ingenuous that even the horror of storm would be reluctant and unwilling to disturb him.  Melson is my soul, my life, my everything!  I can't help loving him at all times no matter where I am and what I am doing.

 

As for the external world, social and natural, he still has a lot to learn.  Even within this family his learning is never terminating.  For the time being, he doesn't know how to be a responsible and loving brother in particular, for example.  He even doesn't get the concept of siblings in general.  Parents as we are, Rita and I take the honor and responsibility to help him adapt to his prospective brotherhood.

 

Recently I am suffering from the daunting mental uncomfortableness whose etiology roots essentially in my scrupulosity about the probable deprivation of love from Melson for his forthcoming brother or sister.  In effect, throughout the "welcoming new-born campaign", it's not merely Melson who is to learn and explore.  Moreover, it's a considerable challenge for us to learn "family sociology", parenting righteousness in essence.

 

Melson is such a perfect gift from God that I can never love him too much by any means.  I still have a rather long journey to go in terms of being a father.  To date, at least one thing is explicit -- in the past years it is Melson who has been teaching me from time to time, rather than the other way around.  A second thing is more legible -- Melson is a best teacher of life!