When I was young, my parents like to play this game with me and my sibling-who kisses them most, would be regarded as loving them the most. So, what happen then would be, me, my younger sister and brother would rush off towards our parents and try to give as much kisses as we can. We would be trying to push off each other in hope that the other would lose some points. Those who “win”, will get to be waken up early and get to go to our primary school earlier than the other two. That day when we arrive earlier than the other two would always be the highlight of the day. Even the trip of going back home is another competition. We always race each other home.
Me and my other two younger sister and brother has always been competitive of each other. We never run out of ideas on how to compete with each other. Sometimes it is not all about winning, but it is more on being able to achieve something that meaningful no matter how ridiculous those competitions were. These are the list of things that we used to compete on or bet on:
1. Who climbs the highest? (I always lose, I’m afraid of height.)
2. Who runs the fastest? (Not me, for sure!)
3. Who wakes up the earliest? (My younger sister, me and my brother sleep like log and we’re kind of hard to be waked up.)
4. Who finish reading book the fastest? (Normally, my sister-she could get away with not helping the house chores but I’ll get pinched if I don’t.)
5. Who could catch our neighbor’s pigeons the most? (Those are homing pigeons. There is one day when we bring home the pigeons and we got scolded by grandma, because when the pigeons were called home by our neighbor, very few turn up. we were really scared because we thought they belong to no one.)
6. Who could jump off from the verandah without hurting themselves the most? (our house is the typical tall Melanau house which not built on the ground)
7. Who could withstand our parents’ strokes of rattan the most? (I could still feel the painful heat of the strokes as the rattan meets the skin of the back of my leg-normally I get more because I’m the eldest and I’m supposed to know more on what to do and not do.)
8. Who can rides bicycle first? (My brother, his wounds from falling off the bicycle to heal took months to heal.)
9. Who could carry most firewood? (My younger brother, he likes to help around back then, always ready to help.)
10. Who manage to save more money in the piggy bank? (Again, it’s not me. ;-D )
…and the list could go on forever…
I’m not sure if it’s unnatural for the siblings to compete. As far as I’m concern, my parents never disown us when we lose in our little competition of who kisses the most. Those who loses always turns to mom and mom will always make us or treat us with something a little bit special to make up for our lose.
There is no underdog or the black sheep of the family in my family. We didn’t say the word “I love you” much too each other, but we knew that we love each other so much through our actions, conversations and how we treat each other. There’s no question of who loves each most now, we knew that the answer is that, all of us love each other the most…
Perhaps…Lear should learn that there is such thing as unspoken love.
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Hahaha, all the games that you had during your childhood, I never had experienced. However, it sounds familiar to me because I have heard of some families doing that.
Yes,love is unspoken. It is hard to tell how much you love a person. Parents should always remember that it is their responsibility to care and love their own children. It cannot be measured. As children, we must remember not to compare our parents' love with others. This is unfair and unnatural.
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