Happy Mother's Day!!

This song is dedicated to my mum, sister and children...

As with everyone else in the world who recently celebrated Mother's Day, yours truly here joined in the celebration with mum & sis at our favorite restaurant.  After the big hoo-ha has died down, and life goes back to normal, I sit with my trusty laptop reminiscing on the days before I had children.  The days when I used to sneaked back home in the wee hours of the morning after hanging out with my friends.  Yeah, there were some wild days before I took the reins to raise my own children...

Only after being mother do I realised Moms take the blame for everything that goes wrong in the world but very seldom were credited for when things go right. We are the last to go to bed and the first to get up to ensure that our charges are cared for and, of course, loved. 

But if you had asked me 6 years ago if I was prepared for all that motherhood would throw at me, I would have brazenly said, “What, are you kidding, piece of cake!”  I had no idea that every curse and blessing my mother placed upon my head as I was growing up was going to come true.

Repeatedly.

She told me that when I grew up my children would be just like me. Truer words have never been spoken. I have two girls now. In my dictionary of life, two is many; at least when we are talking about kids. Each one of them, the apples from my tree; these kids argue everything, if I say go left, they go right and I am always wrong.

She told me that I would never know how hard it is to be a parent until I became one. To that I say, “Amen!”  The nights of nursing a sick child, vigilantly taking their temperature, changing the sheets when they throw up, cleaning after them and waiting up for them to come home, arguing over chores at their age (they're only 5 and 6 now) and the list goes on and on.

We worry, we pace and we fight. And then I remember, I prayed to have these children! What was I thinking?

She also told me that my children would make me so proud that they would make me cry. We can check this one off the list time and time again.  Whether it is the first time they smiled and cooed, first time they uttered the word 'mummy', when they cut their first tooth, the first step they took in their life, their first day at school, their first finger painting masterpiece etc, etc, my children fill me with the kind of pride that borders on being sinful. 

Lastly, she would say that no matter how old I am, I will always be her baby. This one would fill me with the kind of ire that would cause a headache when all I wanted was to be grown up and be no one’s baby. Again, I was young and frankly, quite naive; as we all are when we are kids.

I am older, wiser and as much as I hate to admit it – she was right. She was right about it all. The good, the bad and the ugly of being a parent has been the hardest and the best thing about being an adult. I wouldn’t trade it for all the money in the world. They will always be my babies. I did pray for them all and I am so blessed to have had my prayers answered.

So to the true heroine of my life, I wish the happiest of Mother’s Days and thank you.