Archives for October 2011

Oh please, mom!

This evening while before I left Kyle alone in the hall to watch his TV while I went to take my bath.

Mom : Kyle, Mummy is going to take my bath. So call daddy if u need any help (hb was in the study)

Kyle : Ok.

Mom : Don't do anything strange ok?

Kyle : (Looks at me quizzically) Like what?

Mom : Umm…ah…like maybe open the balcony door and jump down or something.

Can't blame me for being so specific and quite inane. We live on the 2nd floor and there are no grills in our balcony and I just needed to make sure that he will be alright by himself for a while.

Kyle : (Looked up at me and rolled his eyes)

Now he is definitely growing up too fast…he actually rolled his eyes at me!

Don't they like do that only when they reach their teenage years?

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Memories are for keeps

From pinterest

Blogging can feel quite surreal sometimes. Especially when I look back at my old posts, I realise that it is really no mean feat to have accumulated 4 years of my life stories.

There are many reasons why people blog; some do it for themselves, for a business online, to share an interest or just for their family. I have actually thought about how it would have been if my mom was a blogger. It would have been quite interesting to read about how it was like for my mom at my age and have some of my questions answered about how it was like growing up;

What was she most passionate about at that point?

What were her favorite recipes?

What was it that I used to do that amused or irritated her?

I still could ask her some of these questions now, but I guess it wouldn't be the same.

Lately, I came across a remark on another blog, the blogger mentioned that said that she did not want to post some content, as it would probably be too dull for people to read. I wonder how many of us, especially parent bloggers hesitate to put up something on our blog because it is not entertaining enough

Here are some of my sentiments about why I blog;

I do not blog to amuse or entertain

I do not blog to be someone else we are not

I blog in the hope that my experience will benefit someone else who reads my blog

What is written here on the blog is pretty much what you get. As a mom, in the busyness of daily routines and hiccups, alot of things get forgotten. So when I look at my old posts and pictures, I don't even remember some of them very clearly, but I am glad that I wrote it down on the blog.

Sure, I experience seasons when there is really nothing much to take down, when the same old, same old happens. And there are also moments in time, when I have too much going on and lots to talk about.

So how do I find the time to blog? It's tough to squeeze that time from the regular schedules, but since I value the memories in this space and not want to them lost, I make time.

So here's to 4 years of blogging and cherished memories online!

From pinterest

For those with blogs, how about turning your blog into a book as a memento to keep for your kids? Or you could get your photos printed in a book. I think this is a fabulous way to finally get those pictures printed. I hope you are not like me, who have have tons of soft copies of old photos.

No blog? Start blogging to tell your story. If you don't take it down, it will just get lost in the deep recesses of your brain.

Go ahead and write it down, it will definitely be worth your time. 

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Illustration Wednesday – Sleep

We sat on the couch for like almost half an hour, staring into space.

His face still streaked from the hot tears that fell from his eyes, having woken up from the nightmare he had a moment before.

Scenes from a dream that were still vivid and fresh in his mind, I see in his eyes the fear that gripped him.

It has been like that for the past 6 days, the same nightmare, the same cast of characters in his dreams.

All he can tell me is, "Instruments, playing themselves in our hall, very very loudly."

I consoled and comforted him, explained the confusion he was experiencing, between dream and reality.

Praying silently that the nightmares will plague me instead…

 

That's how life for me has been the past one week. The boy and I haven't been getting much of a restful sleep, he gets waken by the recurring nightmare, while I am such a light sleeper these days, that any noise around the house easily rouses me from my sleep.

Getting short naps in the afternoon is a luxury, as he hardly sleeps more than an hour these days, while I hardly fall into deep sleep.

Feeling tired, really tired…knowing that this is only momentary, but really feels like forever when I am in it.

So, excuse me while I illustrate what I badly need now; curled comfortably on my couch, alone in my hall, enjoying the peace and quiet of slumber without any delirious instruments wildly playing in the background.

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