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Monday, February 14, 2005
Memories of Valentine’s
By Henry L. Yu, M.D.
The Valentine season is here once again. The thought of it always brings back memories of the times in our life when we were young and carefree and starting to have attractions to someone whom we considered special.
Having crushes or being infatuated or attracted to someone is but a natural feeling, part of one’s metamorphosis. Adolescence is such a wonderful stage in life when everything seems high and mighty and in accucolor, with teenagers daydreaming and building air castles, feeling inspired to do good in class and other activities all because of that special someone whom we call our “soul and inspiration.” Oh, whattabeautiful feeling it is to love and be loved!
Valentine’s is a season of the heart that loves. And for this particular special someone, there’s no stopping the wistful thinking of only the good things that he/she is made of - those tantalizing eyes, the soft and silky hair, the face that refreshes, and all that. Having someone to love is such a wonderful feeling, so much so that one becomes blind in the tradition of “Love is blind and lovers cannot see.”
Those infatuations are now but memories that form a fabric of our yesteryears. Year after year since then, we made new friends, we went through several experiences in life, and collectively we restored these in the pages of our diary, rewinding every now and then the years when life’s little and simple pleasures were part of the day’s agenda - sharing an umbrella amidst September rain, or a bowl of halo-halo, a plate of pancit at the cafeteria, a bagful of popcorn, among many other memories of the love we once knew. As the song would put it, “And they call it puppy love, just because we’re seventeen, tell them all oh please tell them it isn’t fair, to take away my only dream...”
Now that we are parents, we pause and ponder on the swiftly gliding years. As we take a close look at our little angels whom we used to cuddle, we realize that we have indeed grown older ourselves. The once innocent kids of ours are now starting to look at life in another perspective. Our children serve as a beautiful reflection of our youth. We smile as we remember our yesteryears when we were their age, when we too went into the same experiences of having crushes or a special someone who colored our world.
Yes, life is indeed a cycle. We had our time. Now is the time of our kids. Very soon they, too, will become parents. Only then will they come to realize how it is to be one. It is never easy to be parents. But being one is worth the experience, if only because...
(February 14, 2005 issue)
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