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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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