There are certain rites of passage that
a boy must pass before he attains manhood.
And learning how to tie a tie is one of them.
Last week on the first day of school, Ash did just that.
Ash has been given the new responsibilities of a prefect for the new school year and part of the appointment required him to don a tie every school day. Yah, darn hot I know.
But he is relishing and proud of it.
For me, I am proud too that I am able to teach him the way of tying a tie.
Because I think the bonding between Dad and son further cements when I coached him on the way to tie a tie, and gives him that seal of approval when he finally masters the task.
But yet on another note, a part of me feels a little sad on knowing that my boy is really confirm plus chop growing up.
Looking back, it is the most insignificant moments that I have grown to cherish. The daily feeds, the daily baths, or even the daily tantrums - they may seem mundane or troublesome at that point in time, but now I miss those tiny moments more than ever.
Because my boy is no longer the little monkie.
He is slowly growing into the man that I will no doubt be proud of.
For now though, allow me some space while I curl up in a corner and weep.