I love your strong will and your meek nature, I love how you look at your things like they’re all that matter. I love the way you call for us, (and even the times when you demand instead of ask). I love how you play the Big Boss and the Little Lady,
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There we are in the dark and cold bedroom; it’s time for us to retreat to our private thoughts and personal space that will be very frequently invaded by random requests, burning questions that absolutely require answers right there and then, the occasional need to pee again, and for sure,
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By 4.30pm, I was wracked with guilt. Today being a Labour Day public holiday that happened to fall on a Sunday meant it’s one of those very rare occasions when Matthew didn’t need to attend his Music Appreciation Class or swimming lesson. The plan for today was simple: We
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Goodbye 2015! It’s been a terrible, unbearable, unacceptable and despicable year filled with all kinds of obstacles at every turn. I, for one, am pleased and relieved that it’s over. I know there is much to be grateful for but all I’m painfully aware of is how I have only
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Dear Emma, Happy Blessed 2nd Birthday. And as with all other birthdays that we’ve celebrated for you and your brother – and I suspect for all birthdays from now on – I ask, “Where did the time go?” It’s taken me a while to get to know you, little girl.
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Dear Kids, Uncle J. said to me rather earnestly not too long ago, “I feel sorry for you. Look at you now. You gave up your life and your church work for so long and now your everyday is just spent wrapped up with the two of them.” It took me
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“Screw independence!”, I thought to myself again, not for the first time since I became a mother. That’s not the first and foremost quality I absolutely need to instil in my kids. The one I’m after is, in my opinion, a lot simpler. I need them to feel secure. I
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My mum and dad at 18, when they fell in love, A friend I had for very brief time, before she died when we were 15, The boy who stole my heart, My cousins back in the days when we romped and somehow grew up, at our bak kwa shop, Twinkle, Twinkie, Chocolate,
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Today is Mother’s Day; I am a mother of a three-and-a-half year old Matthew, and a one-and-a-half year old Emma. Today has been a day filled with all kinds of confusion as I continue to grapple with inner issues that have yet been reconciled, healed or properly understood. It would
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My dear Matthew and Emma, The first time you, Matt, ever wore black was on Sunday 30 March, as we join our fellow Singaporeans in bidding our final farewell to Mr Lee Kuan Yew. Emma, you didn’t, because that just happens to be a colour you don’t have in your
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