This is you, Yui, sleeping on top of Mommy for the most of our 2015 summer nights. I guess you got the idea from the movie Totoro in which Mei-chan slept on top of Totoro. Well, to be honest Mommy did complain of the weight every now and then. For the last four days though, you were already fast asleep by the time Mommy finishes the evening chores. So yes, Mommy missed playing Totoro. This is yet another reminder for Mommy and Daddy to always seize the moment where you are concerned. Love you, Anak.
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baby diaries: I can only be thankful
Since Daddy had to be in a teleconference with colleagues half a world away and hence had to stay at the office at midnight owing to the time difference, it was only you and me at dinner this evening.
Every night, Mommy relies on Daddy’s help in looking out for you so that I can do the daily house chores. But this evening, it was amazing how I wasn’t stressed at all even when I had to do everything by myself. I even finished ALL tasks and hour earlier! The reason? The sensitive you who must have sensed that this evening is different was very cooperative; you did all our evening rituals with just one word from me whereas usually it takes a quarter of one hour just to make you go to bath. You even took your medicine which you refused to take for a week now.
What really amazed me was how you respected Mommy’s “me time” by waiting patiently outside the bathroom door. We took bath together and as usual, I got you dressed in your pajamas ahead and afterwich, I continued taking shower. As is our habit, you closed the outside powder room door when you got out. Of course I hurried with my nightly regimes as fast as I can, albeit I’m quite sure that the fast for me might be too long for you especially since you’ll be out alone. But you gave me space and kept the door closed. When I opened the powder room door, there you were waiting, holding your beloved blankie which your Ninang Dhonna gave you.
No clamouring for attention, no tantrums, right at the time when I needed your help the most. Our bedtime prayer this evening had been special too, as I felt God’s assurance in holding you by the hand as you grow up.
Thank you my dear anak, I can only be thankful to God for you. Mommy is so much blessed. Grow up well.
I just might be called in at the Daycare Principal’s office soon
Towards the 3rd quarter of Yui’s first year at daycare, when Yui’s class has all turned one year, I’ve been enjoying wide hugs. Wide hugs since my hug doesn’t only include Yui but that my arms would be around 3 or more kids at a time. Sometimes, a kid would even hug me tightly from the back – a gesture that I find immensely healing, especially after a very stressful day at work. Sasa, Yui’s bestfriend would sometimes even attempt to kiss me. I’m friends with her Mom but I think the kissing is too much crossing their border so I try to mask the “rejection” by hugging Sasa real tight. It is such a delight to see Yui crawling like crazy (when she was a baby) and then later running towards me (when she got older) whenever I come to pick her up. But I always feel that I get some lottery jackpot prize whenever Yui’s friends also run towards me for the daily hug. Some teachers had even commented that I am very popular with the kids, just like how Yui is popular with her schoolmates.
Yesterday, we were late than usual. Hence, the teachers were already preparing for morning snacks yet I was still organizing Yui’s stuff and have not yet put the cover sheets on Yui’s futon. While I was on my way out, the kids, who already washed their hands and were all seated, clamoured for me to give ALL of them a high five before leaving. The (strong) request first came from Sasa, then the kid in front of her also strongly said “touch!”. And so it went down to the last kid. As I gave high fives from one kid to another, I stole glances to the teachers who were “busy” preparing. I take it as a sign – that they don’t actually condone it but that they also don’t encourage it. I kept on giving the high fives though; I could just not let down the kids. Fortunately I’m the cleanliness OC type so my hand is sanitized with alcohol before I gave the high fives.
That afternoon, I came to pick up Yui at 6. Such a joy to see her running excitedly towards me, almost knocking me off with the force of her hug once she’s in my arms. While hugging, I saw Sasa excitedly running towards us too. So I made room for her. This time, no other kids joined in so I could hug both Yui and Sasa tightly. It’s a marvel too how strong the hugs of these two girl toddlers are. While preparing to leave, Sasa was calling to me “Mama, Mama!”. This wasn’t the first time; she even called me Mama in front of her own mother to which her Mom just laughed. But to have Sasa call me “Mama” in the daycare, with the teachers not knowing that I’m friends with Sasa’s Mom, I was a bit cautious. I was talking to Yui’s head teacher so for a while I tried not to listen to Sasa. But when her Mama cry became really loud, I finally addressed her, stooped to her with a smile on my face, my hand cradling one of her cheeks as I inquired “Yes?”. She then asked “Papa doko?” (Where is Papa). A little backgrounder – every morning, Sasa always asks where Yui’s Papa is since it is Sasa’s dad who drops her in daycare in that she must be wondering why it’s always only me dropping Yui off. And because Sasa asked me, and that she addressed me as Mama, my reply was same as what I reply to Yui nowadays: that Papa is on an overseas business trip.
The daycare teacher who was with us during the exchange had a thoughtful, solemn expression. She probably was torn on how to react with Sasa calling me as Mama. With Yui’s daycare being Montessori and child-centered, I’m still not sure how they’ll perceive my closeness to the kids. I just might expect to be called in soon at the Principal’s office though.
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.
life with a toddler: facing your fears
We follow a limited screen-time at home for our daughter. Even at that, we’ve been having a hard time keeping our daughter sit still on the sofa whilst watching her videos. She wants to have her face just a couple of inches away from the monitor. We’ve thought of many ways how to keep her face away from the monitor including drawing scary faces and taping it on the monitor’s edge which proved effective for a couple or so days. And then we’re back to square one again.
Last week, Hubs remembered that Yui gets scared of Daruma-san. So he thought of putting the charm atop the monitor. Like magic, it worked and Yui really did keep away from the monitor.
Until one evening. I was in the kitchen cooking when she ran to me, calling “Mommy, Mommy!”, her voice urgent. When I looked up, she was running to me holding the Daruma in her right hand, her right arm stretched as far away from her face as she could, her face also angled away from the Daruma, her eyes on a squint watching out for the Daruma yet at the same time (probably) checking it that it didn’t creep up her arm.
Instantly, I was barraged with a number of emotions. Of course there was the small chagrin of seeing our scare-tactic failing again. But the most prevalent of all the emotion was pride and wonderment. That this little lady faced her fears just so she can be where she wanted to be. That this little lady overcame her fear and handled her fear bravely, this fear that hindered her from fully enjoying what she wanted to do. And yes, there’s that Mommy joy, rejoicing with the fact that my little child is fully confident that Mommy is always there to support her.
baby diaries: love
It’s past one and I know I should already be off to bed I could just not stop looking at you while you sleep. I thought I’d only be loosing sleep like this – gazing at you – when you’re in your infancy. But it has continued well into your toddlerhood, and probably well into your adulthood as long as we live under the same roof.
It’s inexplicable joy when you’ve met and married the man/woman you’ve been dreaming of since you were a kid. But having your own baby is a whole lot different experience that most of times, it could make a 180degrees change in you. When I was single (and some months during our married life) I wasn’t working overtime, weekends were mostly spent only on sleeping and movies and sleeping. Having a baby, there are times you find yourself about to ask, “sleep? What word is that?” .
Still Anak, the joy you bring to Daddy and Mommy and the myriad of emotions (most prominent of which is worry about your well being) and ideas you spark within us is incomparable.
From Mom and Dad, thank you. Grow up well.