My son turned 6 today. 6 is the number of years my husband and I waited and struggled to have a child. 6 is the age of our son now, setting a half-and-half mark. 6 years of yearning for a child, 6 years of raising the child most yearned for. This is why he is so precious.
And today, it was his day all the way (as most days are). Read more…
While I flip through the pages, I tell Timmy, “Can you be seven months old for like 1 hour?” My five-year-old just looks at me and then carries on making Hulk and Hulkbuster fight on the floor. Read more…
“Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.” I want to say that to my son for as long as I can. My 3-year-old’s been sick the past few weeks, having caught the cough and cold bug of the season. His cough wouldn’t go away for a week so we had to use a nebulizer. This machine scares him […] Read more…
Are you happy? When I was a kid, my Dad always asked me and my sisters, “Are you happy?” We’d always answer and I’d often wonder why he kept asking us that. Now I find myself asking Timmy “Are you happy?” occasionally, and now I know why my Dad kept asking. Read more…
It’s been two months since I returned to full-time work. There are times when it’s easy to get out of bed, say goodbye to my sleeping boy and be one with the morning rush. There are times when it’s immensely difficult, when I’m already at my desk and I just want to burst into tears. […] Read more…
Upon coming home from work late at night, I scoop up 3-year-old Timmy and bring him to the bedroom for a round of play. Me: “Hello Timmy!!!!! I missed you so much! Where’s your Mommy?!” Timmy: “Offs.” (Office) Me: “What?! I’m here na! Where’s your Mommy?” Timmy: “Hom.” (Home) (Guess I’ve been coming home too […] Read more…
The Rug Pull: When you’re thrown off your feet unexpectedly because the rug was pulled out from under you forcibly, suddenly. This is often met with a thump of the butt on the floor with a “Holy crap, that hurt!” or you’re also knocked out of your senses, feeling like you hit your noggin as […] Read more…