Saturday, December 7, 2019

Back to Writing

It has been more than 2 years since I last blogged.

I did not plan to stop writing after the museum visits post. However, as work demanded more of my time and energy and I felt an increasing need to protect the privacy of my kids and family life, I decided it was time to stop blogging.

At first, it was liberating.

"Just live and enjoy the moments" I told myself. And I did. I took photos of the kids and our good time together.

But eventually, even the camera stopped making appearance.  I assured myself unconvincingly that I would have no problem remembering the important moments.

Gradually, I felt guilt. A huge pang of guilt.

For months now, I realise I cannot remember many details of the growing up years of my baby O.
Boys have suddenly grown up in the few years and now my baby boys are teenagers!

I have been right with baby O, every day of her life, so why can't I remember details of her as vividly as I did with boys?

The PSLE years passed in a daze. Before the PSLE, my playful boys still giggled a lot. What happened after the milestone exam? Now, they are just quiet, mature, intense individuals who think A LOT!

It felt like I went to sleep one day and woke up a few years later to find my kids all grown up. It is a strange feeling.

At times, I would read my old blog posts to reminisce those early parenting years. Reading them again brought back the most beautiful memories of the good, bad and ordinary days.

Some posts still made me cry. Some posts made me laugh out loud. In the end, I always had mixed feelings and regretted, albeit slightly, that I should have continued writing.

Recently, I felt a compelling need to return to writing.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Museum Visit on Weekdays

This girl loves visiting museums. 

She seems to have fun going with just me and it is a great opportunity for me to introduce new ideas to her without her brothers in the way. 

But it is a different kind of fun to visit with friends. I can never be tired of watching her interact and explore with other little ones. 

Now, who is keen for a playdate to museums? 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Grey Hair

I find it very amusing how the same thing I said can elicit such different responses and reactions from the 4 people at home.

I was in the lift one day with the two younger kids. 

Me: Sigh! I have so much grey hair! (looking in mirror and flipping my hair from one side to another)

The nearly 6-year-old (almost immediately): "Aww... mama! You are the most beautiful Mama in the whole wide world!" Then she hugged my legs and looked up at me with big cutie eyes, as if to say 'trust me!'. 

The nearly 11-year-old (in a gentle tone): "Mama... usually people will not notice grey hair. They just look at your face and expressions. See, if you didn't tell me, I would not notice!"  He checked my face for acknowledgement and when I didn't say anything, he went on, "Really!  I hardly notice any grey hair!" 

Few weeks ago, I said the same to #1 and hubby on separate occasions. 

The nearly 13 -year-old: "At least they were not counting your wrinkles!"  Then he gave me his trademark smile. 

Hmm... was he consoling me or perfecting his sarcasm on me? 

The hubby: "I can't see any. Just go to the salon if it bothers you."

I suppose I should take comfort that at least he did not insist that I should age gracefully. 

Hmm.... if only kids will remain small forever or their sweet nature is not lost with age. 


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