The Empty Nest

Once upon a time, I had a little pup.

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Because childcare help was limited, and because I wanted to raise a daughter who would understand the value of female potential, hard work and creative thinking, I simply brought her to work with me.

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My daughter grew up backstage, and in the dance studio.  She has sat through countless rehearsals, watched me direct, teach over and over again.

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She has met some of the very best of Singaporean and American artists.  She has experienced so many talented dancers striving.  I believe each and every one of them, must have left clues for her- how to be, who to be, what to be, as she grew up.

On the night of her 19th birthday, she ironed a pile of clothes, packed her bags, sealed her boxes.

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I stole a peek at her, when she was not looking.

The day after her birthday, a dear friend and her husband, helped move my daughter north of the Thames.

Later that afternoon, I returned with her to her new room.  Together we tried to re-arrange the furniture to lift and lighten the room.  Before evening, she sent me off.  Her parting words to me were-

Mom?  I’m going to suck it up.

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On Tuesday, she texted-  I met this postgrad guy from Fiji who is deaf, so I think it gave me a reality check…If he can do it, so can I!

My nest is empty.  But my heart?  My heart is full.

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