Mother's Day - My Thoughts

I don't think much these days.  I do more.  Like many homemakers out there, my life is surrounded and planned about my kids and hubby.

My deadlines are no longer report submission, but getting mealtimes planned and ready on time, and picking and fetching, and being around for them.

When I do think...  I don't know what my life would be without Victoria and William.  Have a third child crossed my mind, our minds?  Yes.  But I cannot imagine how, because I already feel complete with Victoria and William.

When the doubts come, when the cloud hover above, when the sweet is now sour, and smiles turn to tears, when the yays turn to whys, and my sunglasses become my bestfriend in the car, and when I'd rather have silence than songs (am I making sense?)...

It's Victoria and William that reminds me of my purpose in life.  And I thank God everyday for them.

So Mother's Day is not Mother's Day if not because of my two beautiful children.  Vic and Daddy prepared a continental breakfast for all of us including Kakak.  In fact, I share my MD's celebration with Kakak as she does all the chores, cleaning and most meals - so that basically leaves me with free time to manage my little portfolio, build my hobbies and enjoy the children.

Photos to be uploaded later.

Selfie and a Peck on the Cheeks

Yesterday I brought lunch to my kids at school.  Since William's lunch hour was half an hour earlier than Vic's, I stayed with him.  Pulling out a stool beside him, I sat down quietly and enjoyed what I saw.  I saw my son playing "charge" with his friends in between spoonfuls, and how the children just interact and invited each other to play.

A few boys came at separate times to ask "Who's mother is this?" and someone would answer, "William's."  It wasn't too long ago that we celebrate his birthday at school with two pizzas and a muffin.

I know how to "behave" when I'm with my kids and their friends.  I know not to be that needy parent.  I know not to divulge silly or embarrassing episodes of my kids.  I know what not to ask.  I know my kids need their time with their friends too, so I just sat and watch quietly.

But William knows how to assure me, in a way... not to get odd questions or stares from his friends.  He'd put his arms on my shoulder, like one would do to a friend.  But I didn't like that so many times I told him to remove his arms.

When all his friends have left the cafeteria, he took a quick look around and seeing only a girl at the end of the table minding her own lunch, he quickly planted a peck on my cheeks before running off.  He stopped just to wave goodbye to me.  I know he loves me.  I know he loves me so much.

One day he will not be a good boy friend, but a GREAT boyfriend to whichever girl so fortunately to win my son's heart.  And when that one day comes, mummy will have to know what to do... how to behave... and learn how to take the back seat.

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In the afternoon after dropping Vic at the tuition when it was just him and I in the car, I told him how touched and happy I felt.  The sentiments that I expressed above, I told him in person.  Nearing our house, he said, "Mummy can I take a selfie with you?"  "Sure, boy boy." "Mummy, can I use my phone to take a selfie with you?"

He explained that when he goes to college, he can only make calls to me, and won't be able to see me everyday.  So he wanted the selfie in his phone to look at our photos.

*sweet*

When I have the chance, I will upload his selfie here.

And I know I'm loved...

Last night when we were sitting on the bed for our family prayer, Daddy noticed that I had a big fresh bruise on my right knee.  He took it and rubbed it for me, which caused such pain.  I told him it's OK, just leave it, and I will be fine.  

After prayer, William went to the dressing table, and said, "Mummy, come here."  I wanted to brush my teeth and do my night ritual, but he kept saying, "Mummy, come here."  

Then I saw he took out my container of calendula oil, which normally I let him use for any cuts on his ear.  But this time, he asked for my leg, and at that time a mixed feeling of love, warmness and guilt overwhelmed me.  

He put some oil on his little index and rubbed them into my bruise.  

Words cannot explain how loved I feel.