Malaikat Tanpa Sayap

Jakarta yang diguyur hujan nyaris tiap hari menyisakan genangan, macet, dan satu kisah tentang malaikat tanpa sayap.

Kemarin sore, suami sudah menanyakan ke anak gadis, kira2 pulang jam berapa. Saat itu jam mendekati 16.00 dan dia bilang masih di area sekolah karena mengikuti persiapan Defile. 

Sampai 17.00 komunikasi anak gadis menyatakan dia masih di sekolah dan 'Daddy duluan aja' karena sang ayah ada appointment di RS Mitra Keluarga.

Karena aku posisi lagi di Surabaya meeting, maka yang bisa aku lakukan hanya melihat message berseliweran di group Line keluarga. Pasrah. Walaupun sambil deg2an karena semua tetangga mengatakan macet gila2an dari Jakarta menuju ke rumah.

Sampai 18.00 dia bilang belom mendapar Go Car karena selain jadi mahal (biasa 80rb jadi 200rb), juga karena hujan, gak ada pengemudi yang bersedia mengangkut mereka. Sampai 18.30 kondisi masih sama.

Malam merayap makin gelap, anak gadis sekolah jauh, baik GoCar maupun GrabCar belom ada tanda2 muncul. Taksi konvensional apa lagi.

Sampai akhirnya aku berkeluh kesah di group ibu2 lingkungan, bahwa anak gadis masih stranded di sekolah.

Serta merta ada salah satu ibu muda yang menyatakan, "Saya kena macet di Antasari. Aku belok deh, ke Pejaten. Menurut waze 20 menit lagi sampai."

Singkat cerita, jam 19.00, ibu muda tersebut mengangkut anak gadis beserta teman2nya, total 4 anak SMA. Saat itulah aku yakin, bahwa Tuhan menurunkan banyak sekali Malaikat Tanpa Sayapnya di dunia ini. Yang memberi bantuan tanpa meminta balas.

Semoga Tuhan menjaga malaikat2 tanpa sayap ini, dan kita pun suatu hari dimampukan untuk menjadi malaikat tanpa sayap, walau tanpa menyadari bahwa kita malaikat.

18 Oktober 2017

Goodbyes

The only certain things about lifes are "goodbyes".

We met each other, or know someone, became very close and eventually saying goodbye.

Same goes with parent||children relationships.

When the baby was conceived and carried, the baby is 100% depend on his/her mom. Then they were born. A little goodbye from the womb that coccooning the embryo to safety.

When the baby started to go to school, those tiny little hands wave you goodbye upon entering the classroom, and you go home to an empty nest (or some refuse to go home and waited outside class).

Don't we all hate goodbyes?

I still remember the first fieldtrip when my youngest was in PlayGroup, he's looking out from inside the bus window's, smiling proudly that he will go alone without me, waving his hand in the air and I feel that my eyes became wet.

Proud that he is so confident and happy (who doesn't?). Sad because he reached another level of competence that later will prepare him to be detached completely from us.

As time goes by, these little separations became norms for our simple life, campings, retreats, leadership trainings. Waving goodbye became more chores than a saddening events.

Then there are summer camp abroad. And we have to wave goodbyes at the airports, where they anxiously but enthusiastically  and curiously wants to explore beyond this shore, just like Moana in Disney Movie.

23 days without seeing them, hearing their voice, listening to their stories, and (this is true for my 2nd child) not scolding and keep reminding them is tough, as if a piece of this family is missing. Indeed. But it is necessary practice for the future and bigger goodbyes, I believe.

Then this week, I need to set my eldest to go with minimum comfort for school camping, well I knew she will survive. She is a fighter just like me.

Realizing that we have much more goodbyes ahead. May be when she go to University, or later get married... I cannot thank God enough of my limited time with them.

And all this will prepare us for the eternal goodbye... when God's calling us to return to His home.. I sincerely hope that my children are so ready to fly away and spread their wings, or already did, before my final closure.

Final goodbye...

Cibubur, 11 Oct 2017