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Mommy, you’re so beautiful!
It’s Saturday morning and we all slept late. You, always the last to wake up every morning, was even the first one who woke up first. We had a late breakfast and then I started to do the house chores.
I was walking around, carrying some laundry, put it down the sofa, then I pulled up my hair with my hand, trying to remember what I was planning to do next. Then you spoke up;
Mommy, you look soooo beautiful!
You said it with so much awe in your eyes and you looked beaming with pride that I almost felt embarrassed, feeling I don’t deserve such a compliment. Especially since I haven’t even washed my face yet nor had I even brushed my hair.
Thank you my dearest. I am ever grateful for you.
life with a kindergartener: slightly not fun
As we walked toward the bus stop, I asked you how was your day. With twinkling eyes and a beautiful smile, you said it was such a fun day today at daycare.
And I smiled back, thankful that you enjoyed your day with friends.
But you suddenly said, that somehow, it was slightly less fun.
Concerned, I asked you why.
Hugging my arm tightly, and looking up at me with those round, expressive eyes, you said, “it would have been more fun if I were with you”.
You melt my heart 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.
Humbled by a compliment
I believe anybody would consider being able to change someone, for the better, as an achievement of a lifetime. Especially when you didn’t intend to do it. That by just being yourself, you’ve brought change.
Hence I was totally humbled when a colleague/boss told me how the whole project (process) team – 15 of us – changed, for the better, after I joined the team. How a once non-interactive team got more engaged and finally truly acted as a team just by being my communicative self.
I didn’t see the compliment coming, who would?! Especially since I joined at month 4 and hence my role wasn’t as lead, not even for a dedicated unit.
But indeed, if I would be honest with myself, I could see some change. No, not the whole team – even if I be truly truly honest to the core, I could not see the whole team had changed just because of me. But I did see the difference in a few people. How they got more passionate with their work, where before, there was lacklustre; and how a few became happier and more communicative. Was it because of me?! I wouldn’t dare claim that. They most likely just realised something within the month of my joining the project.
Nevertheless, dear colleague/boss/mentor, I am deeply grateful that you think so highly of me. I am truly humbled.
Mark Twain said, “I can live for two months on a good compliment”.
Your compliment, however, will last me a lifetime and will continue to inspire me to be a better person than I was yesterday. Thank you.
a bouquet for Mommy
Hubs and our toddler went out for a walk in Hubs’ childhood neighbourhood. They came back showing me videos and photos of their walk, showing how passionate Yui became (or more like how she went amok) when she saw a statue of a horse.
Apart from the stories though, they brought home a priceless treasure too. With Yui in Hubs’ arms, she handed me this teeny weeny bouquet of wild flowers which she and her Dad picked up and which Dad bundled to make a bouquet.
Priceless.
Thank you A and Anak. But above all, I thank God for sending you both to me.
