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Sunday Work.

6 Feb

I brought the Toddler, my energetic three-year-old son, to work today. We were in my office shortly before 10.30am, enjoyed our fried chicken lunch at 11.30am, and, well, I tried to do some work at 1pm.

I succeeded. Partly.

I started working on a presentation that’s due tomorrow morning. I was on my second slide when the Toddler came up to me and said, “Kiss”, and he gave me his usual sweet kiss. And then, “Hug!” And he hugged his Mum for a few seconds before dashing off to my mini sofa and doodled what seemed like a galaxy to me. Or it could be his own version of the terraces. Or a rice field. Who knows?

All I know is that it’s my son’s masterpiece, which made me smile as I tried to peek through. He was happily singing a mash-up of nursery rhymes. Some I can barely understand, while some I memorised by heart. Who wouldn’t? Every mom with a kid this age would sing all these songs and know every word by heart. That comes with being a mom. And knowing the actions, too.

I started working on the next slide when the Toddler approached me again, and asked for water. I gave him his bottle, cleared the little sofa and propped up a pillow for my little guest.

I didn’t realise I spent a few good minutes watching him drink his water while holding his ear. I got lost just by looking at my son, and admiring him for all the things he learns every day, the sweet things he does to me, to his dad as well as to his baby sister.

I am in love. No doubt about it. And, if you had read my previous post on what excites me, I would now include the many adventures that he and his sister will have in the future. With us.

Today’s a good day despite the sweltering heat, the chilly air conditioning that cannot be adjusted, and the unfinished presentation deck. I got to spend time with the Toddler on a working Sunday. I’m glad and he was happy. 

And that is all that matters.

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Thank you. 

24 Jan

As I type this entry on my mobile phone, my three-year-old boy is “typing” on my tummy, pretending that he is working on something. 

Add to this “typing” is him being adorable to his Mummy. My heart is rejoicing!

Anyway, last year, I started jotting down things I’m thankful for, and I have over a hundred of them. The exercise was meant to “produce” five things I am thankful for every day, but even with my small handwriting, I only used up three pages. 

There were days I’d forget about enumerating them, and there were days I’d exceed the five-per-day requirement. 

So here I am again, attempting to simply transfer the exercise from my journal to this blog. To help me fill it with content when I think I do not have anything to write about. 

At least, there is always (always) something to be grateful for. 

Like this. This very moment when Marcus, my firstborn, is singing “Baa baa black sheep” at 10.45pm. 

Thank you, love, for keeping Mum company. It’s way past your bedtime but who cares? When you grow up, you and I won’t have this special pre-bedtime moment anymore. 

Thank you, God, for this. Thank you, Universe. 

Lessons Learnt (So Far)

24 Jan

It’s not easy being a first-time parent but nothing compares to being one. My son, who is currently napping as I quickly type this, is only two weeks old and he has brought us nothing but joy… and little discoveries that make our lives even more interesting now that he’s around.

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Daily Prompt: The New Me

23 Jan

I see the “new me” when I look in the mirror. The mommy version.

I’ve only been a mom for two weeks (plus the 40 weeks of pregnancy) but I feel like I’ve gained a world of knowledge only mothers are entitled to. There is still a lot to learn as I go along the way. I am preparing myself each day, reminding my heart that learnings, whether good or bad, are experiences that equip every parent to face any situation. They are designed to make us stronger, wiser, more giving and forgiving.

It’s never going to be easy, this I know. But it’s going to be one heck of a ride that I would surely enjoy and treasure.

I love being Marcus’ mom!

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It’s Friday.

4 Oct

I should be writing about “Friday Under Fifty”, a theme I have set for Fridays when I initially started this blog. Months ago. Months ago, too, since I neglected this space due to some colourful changes in my life.

Guilty. I have neglected my blog for months now, like you would a diet, an exercise plan or holiday. Promising you’d be at it but never really get the chance to actually doing it.
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