http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/when-memory-fades/ Many Matthew and Mummy moments go by in their usual fleeting manner. These here, are those that I’ve managed to immortalise. *beams* I say to Augz that he will get to remember many father-and-son moments because I try to capture as much as I can… whereas I hardly have

http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/god-moment-of-the-day-monday/ I was almost a wreck when I left home for Landings on Monday evening. Matthew was fine in the care of our new helper – all he did was look forlornly at me as I bade him goodbye (in a somewhat upbeat manner to mask the anxiety I was

http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/prayer-of-my-heart/ Sometimes, at nights mostly, as I put Matthew to sleep, I still find myself pained by the thought of losing my baby. I say “still find myself” because this is a fear I’m supposed to have worked through. But it still returns, every now and then, when I’m not

http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/my-vocation-away-from-church/ I found the very thing I never even knew was missing from my life, is how I describe my Catholic identity. This photo here, captures that very moment when I was baptised (10 April 2004) and the subsequent years after was when my faith was nurtured, tested, solidified and

http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/packing-unpacking/ Tuesday 280513: Day 01 without helper and husband with me. It’s just me and Matthew today, the whole day for 14 hours, from 7am to 9pm. Our helper has gone home, and Augz went back to work after a day off yesterday to settle our house reno. Thank God

http://matthewsmomma.wordpress.com/2013/05/06/enough-is-enough/ Over the weekend, our happy little boy became such a spoilt, bratty monster. He wanted what he wanted, and if he didn’t get it, or if we so much as said “no”, he would start crying and screaming like he had just been chastised in the worst way possible.