Two weeks ago, my eldest son shared something that left me both amused and reflective. It was during one of our family moments when he confidently announced in front of everyone, including his mom:
“Daddy, after experiencing massages from everyone, I can now rank the best people who have massaged me.”
As a quick backstory, my son is active in karate (now brown belt), basketball, and soccer, so he often asks for foot and body massages. I listened curiously as he began to list names.
“The first is Mbak A, then Mbak B, then Nekci, then Mommy, then Tokwan…” The list went on. His mom was clearly proud of securing the fourth spot.
But naturally, I couldn’t help but ask, “Where am I in the list?”
He turned to me and confidently said, “Sorry Ayah, you’re number 10.”
I chuckled and replied, “Never mind, son. But let me ask you something: among the nine people ahead of me, who massages you every day?”
He paused, thought for a moment, and then admitted, “It’s you, Ayah.”
“So, what does that make me?”
Quietly but sincerely, he replied, “You’re number one, Ayah.”
I smiled and pushed the conversation further. “Now tell me, at what time of the night do I stop massaging your feet?”
He thought again and answered, “Only when you fall asleep, Ayah.”
“So, it means I only stop when I’m asleep, right? Whenever I’m awake, you can always count on me?”
“Yes, Ayah,” he said with confidence.
“So,” I asked him one final question, “what does that make me, son?”
This time, with clarity and pride in his voice, he announced, “It means you’re the best, Ayah.”
The room went quiet. My wife, his mom, and others who overheard us couldn’t hide their pride.
I ended the conversation by sharing this with Thohir: “No matter what people think or perceive about us, as long as we are confident in who we are and what we do, the truth will always prevail.”
(The story was original, but the AI helped reword and check for grammar, spelling, etc)
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