Tagged with motherhood

The Rules of the Game

Sunshine hot on rosy cheeks. Giggles and laughter. Little kids following big kids.  Up the hill.  Down the hill.  Between the bushes. Amongst them stands my son.  He seemed so awfully big this morning when he climbed into bed and plopped himself onto my back for a morning snuggle.  Now he looks so small next … Continue reading

When I Forget to Listen…

When children reach that chatterbox stage, no opportunity is wasted.  Momo gives a running commentary on life as his brain knows it.  Tigerlily is his sidekick parrot who repeats the last couple words of everything he says.  Together, their conversations make my heart melt. MM: Mei-mei, do you want to play with Legos? TL:  Play Legos? … Continue reading

Sentimental Mess

Sentimental Mess

It’s so trite, but it’s so true. Time flies. My kids are growing up faster than I can keep up.  They surprise me with their moments of comprehension and maturity.  They enrage me with their attitude and intentional disobedience.  They confuse me with their quirky preferences and distinct personalities.  But most of all, they make … Continue reading

The Elusive Search for the Right Balance

The Elusive Search for the Right Balance

To this day, I struggle a lot with my decision to work part-time.  It seems like a no-brainer to many.  On paper, it also seems like a no-brainer to me.  It’s the perfect balance.  Work some days.  Stay at home some days.  Best of both worlds.  Ofcourse. But the heart is tricky.  It’s not so … Continue reading

We’re So Sick of Each Other Over Here…

The fevers have have finally stopped.  The coughing and difficulty breathing has resolved. The kids are finally sleeping in their beds again. We are almost back to a normal bedtime again. It’s been almost three weeks since coming back from a trip to Taiwan, two weeks since jet lag had improved, one week since both … Continue reading

Helpless

We’ve been sick.  First, it was TL, then MM, then me.  Both kids had croup.  MM threw in some conjunctivitis to the mix, and TL brought it up a notch with some sinusitis.  I’m not sure what I have, but it has rendered me useless (other than holding my kids and letting them rub their … Continue reading

Mom vs. Mommy

I can’t take it.  It’s breaking my heart. MM has begun to call me “mom.” Mom?!?!? No, this is not acceptable.  I am still mommy.   We can’t be rushing ahead to the title of mom like this.  It’s not fair.  I need more time.  I need those cheeks to stay chubby.  I have photo albums to … Continue reading

The Love of a Boy

The Love of a Boy

My son is your quintessential boy.  Full of nonstop energy and curiosity that gets him into trouble.  Too busy to pay any heed to hunger or fatigue until it is too late and all hell breaks loose.   Driven by the urge to touch everything, explore every nook and cranny, and move on to something else … Continue reading

4:30 PM

4:30 PM

4:30 pm. That’s when all chaos breaks loose.  The kids are at their finest.  Tug-of-wars blow up into World War III.  Somebody gets pushed off the chair.  Inevitably a crayon or pen is discovered, to the dismay of our kitchen floor.  Or some week-old cheerios on the floor is gobbled up.  The urgency to run … Continue reading

Mommy Guilt

Mommy guilt.  I never understood this term until I had kids. It was never mentioned in my medical school curriculum, and I don’t recall it ever discussed during my years in pediatric residency.  Once I started working after residency, I saw versions of it in every mother, but I still didn’t understand it.  And it’s … Continue reading