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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Dear Matthew, You will always be the light of my life, and my No. 1 true love, and if you must know, that will never change even though some days, you are quite the different brother than who you once were. [slide id=”Slider_1″] [images src=”http://www.thebeatofaheart.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/2013-09-18-20.12.43.jpg” title=”image title” caption=”The First Kiss” url=”url”]
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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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My dear babies, As I started to think about our last trip that you probably won’t remember – the Bintan one that your Daddy earned for us with his very hard work for his Banyan Tree client – I started to realise how much I learn from you little ones,
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11.15am: A thought vibrates loudly in my mind – I am incomplete without my children. This early Sunday morning started out like any other, with the exception of a small but crucial difference: the Husband had been in terrible pain the whole night post-surgery to remove two wisdom teeth – one
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On this night, one line from Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” repeats itself in my head: “Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention…” as I tuck my babies to sleep. Truthfully, there is nothing to regret, but ruefully, maybe just one or two. No cause to
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Many times, I think about how my kids will be on to me. Sooner than I think, now that my eldest has turned three and is wildly sensitive to everything, and my youngest is becoming sentient. Before I know it, they will realise this mummy actually doesn’t know everything (as Matthew
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The story goes: There are wolves in the walls and when they appear one night, the family dashes out of the house, with the girl’s pig-puppet being left behind. Obviously, she wants to retrieve her toy, but her mother says, “We can get you a new one.” This isn’t even
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https://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2015/01/27/the-firsts-at-school/ My dear “I want to grow up and be a big boy so I can do many big boy things” baby boy, you who just said that to me tonight before you fell asleep, Meet your very first classmates, and see how your very first class photo already looks
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http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/a-letter-to-my-son-on-his-3rd-birthday/ My dear Matthew, “It has not been a good year for us this year… not in my books anyway.” That was the line that kept playing on my mind each time I think about writing this post. Why? Because mummy can’t help remembering just how often you got lectured,
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