Happy New 2018!

Cheers to the new year!

It’s only been a few days into the new year and our little girl has already been teaching me a lot about Japanese traditions and the language.

She taught me about Shishimai / Lion Dance as we made our queu for her head to be “bitten” for protection and goodluck (hopefully for the whole family, with Yui as our representative). Albeit she didn’t really lecture me about it’s significance and history, Yui did teach me about the different forms of Shishimai.

Here’s to a great New Year!

life with a kindergartener: lessons on tough love

Us talking a couple of weeks back while you’re in the toilet….

I was complimenting you about a good deed you had and how I appreciate that you have a kind heart. I then pointed out that your deed (it was related to an animal but I totally forgot what it was, sorry baby!) was similar to how little Moana protected the turtle.

Yui: I’ll be more gentle than Moana. I will carry the turtle in my arms and bring it to the water’s edge so that the bird definitely can’t eat it (this you said in mix Japanese and English).

Me: that would be gentle indeed, yes. But I’m not sure if that will be good for the turtle. You see, I think the baby turtle needs that long walk in the sand so he could get some exercise and strengthen its….flippers?? Or it’s feet. If you carry them, then their growth might be stunted.

Yui: *pensive expression on* I see….okay, I’ll just protect the baby turtle from the birds while it slowly walks towards the water. I will not allow them to eat the turtles. I will kick them! I’m brave!

Me: yes I know you’re brave and I’m glad you are. But かわいそ (poor) birds yo. They just want to eat. They may be hungry. Like us, right? When we’re hungry, we eat.

Yui: *still pensive* I see….okay, I’ll just firmly shoo them away!

You then gave me a brilliant smile. It extended all the way to my heart.

Grow up well, baby.

baby diaries: 5

Mom friends at the office are organising a small get together this Friday in celebration of our motherhood. Five years. You’re five. I’ve been a mother for five years. Somehow it feels so surreal as it feels like it was just yesterday that you were kicking inside my tummy. Now YOU’RE the one asking for a baby boy inside MY tummy (tall order, little one). 

Five. Truth be told, I feel (and know) I’m very far from being the perfect Mom. Sometimes, I feel like I’m so hard and strict on you. But I’m learning by the day little love, and you are teaching me too. 

I love your laughter. And your tight hugs. And your sweet kisses (which are sometimes too wet!). And your thoughtfulness. And your empathy. At your tender age of 4, you have comforted me several times, patting my back and my head. In those times, I have only gratitude – thankful of how God has made you and how He is honing you for the future He has planned for you. 

During bath time this evening, I asked you what’s your birthday wish. You had an easy answer – love, laughter (you demonstrated it too). 

With that kind of birthday wish, I’d say I am a blessed Mom. 

Grow up well, Anak. We wish you beauty inside and out, love, passion, a faithful soul, and a kind heart. 

The Examined Life

Realised it’s been a month since my last post. Been so busy recently I’ve been giving up some of my passions – writing, reading a good book. Ah, I miss being passionate about a book. Been having working lunches for the past two weeks in that even the one hour that I could study Nihongo has been taken away from me. 

I could go on and blame the person who’s behind this busyness. But no I shouldn’t. He probably is also in hot water because he left (for vacation!) at a very crucial time. 

So I just have to count the blessings and look at the positive side of things. That Hubs has been very supportive of my schedule and knows when I’m on short fuse. That Yui is such a sweet darling, that she is. That I could recommend ways that paved for huge cost savings. That (hopefully) my efforts will reach far. I can only hope and pray. 

6th for A&M

Today was laid back and nice; the weather beautiful and perfect for walking around after Church. Perfect for reflections and thanksgiving, most specially since Yui didn’t throw any tantrum and was such a big sport at the museum – totally had her voice down the whole time! 

But what really touched me was how Yui highlighted our anniversary day, twice today. 

We walked by a billboard with a woman on a wedding dress and her man looking at her. Yui stopped and exclaimed excitedly that “Mommy also wore the same beautiful dress and Daddy was the Prince! And then you both danced!”

Later, while we were sitting and waiting for the bus, Yui, seated between us, gathered both our heads together and exclaimed happily, “Mommy, Daddy, happily ever after ne! Yui wa, dou ka na; mada ka na (how about Yui; maybe it’s not yet my time)”. That last sentence she uttered with a sigh. 

There’s much to be thankful for. But we are most thankful for you, dear Yui, for the person that you are. Little still, yet big of heart.