I welcomed my 4th Mothers’ Day by waking up to the sound of the ringing telephone, mum wanted to wish me a very Happy Mothers’ Day instead of texting it. 3 Mothers’ Day later, I finally got the wish I’ve been lamenting for since Motherhood – to get more sleep on the day itself – and it was only possible because we now had a place of our own and mum volunteered to have the kids over for a sleepover for the 2nd consecutive night.
But suddenly that wasn’t enough.
The husband who slept 10 minutes into the movie we watched last night (thankfully we were home) had kept my hopes up all night long when he said he might write me a note on the blog as my Mother’s Day gift. It got me all excited, to wonder what this man of few words would say to me on my public online platform. And so after hanging up the phone with mum, I rushed to my laptop, eager to check out the blank space I left for him to fill, only to have it staring back at me, in the same state. He didn’t follow through.
I half expected a “Happy Mothers’ Day” wish at the very least this morning, but instead I sobered up to the sound of a Hong Kong movie being played on his tablet. Best time to watch a movie while the kids weren’t around to interrupt, I thought to myself. Which also explains why I’m here at my laptop typing this post. Me thinks he might even remind me that the tutelage program he purchased for me a month ago was probably an advanced Mothers’ Day gift, if I ask. Just like the Christmas one, when he randomly decided that gifting me a nutritionist to help with my post-partum image was going to be one of the best surprises ever… Maybe I should have had the kids home last night after all. At least they’d be covering me with plentiful hugs, kisses and wishes this morning!
But I’m going to comfort myself that it’s Mothers’ Day. Not Happy Wives’ Day. So instead of moping about my too-practical-and-unromantic husband, who might defend that his behaviour is a result of his mum rarely appreciating the joy in celebrating any occasions; I am going to prep myself and pick the kids up, and spend quality time celebrating my significant other who gave up way too many things on herself just so she could give her only child her all.
It’s been quite a year in Motherhood, filled with a house move (to our first family home), taking on a full-time job and a new course to fulfill my own self growth, putting myself through more mom’s guilt, and having to manage an insane morning routine on weekdays which starts at 6.20am.
This Mothers’ Day, I’m grateful have 2 contented, kind, loving, generous and healthy kids to whom I mean the world to; despite the hurricane of changes and disappointments that I’ve put them through. And I’m thankful to have a intimate group of fellow mums as key pillars of support in my motherhood journey. On my part, I want to work towards my patience and understanding towards my children’s impatience and curiosity. I want to be quick to recognize their efforts for trying but slow to assume and yell. I hope to continually instill resilience and encourage kindness and be a good role model in showing gratitude. But more importantly, I also hope to continue making time for myself and nourish my soul with new adventures, while still being there for the family.
Happy Mothers’ Day to all mums, mums-to-be, godmums, grandmas, great grandmas and mums-at-heart. Here’s to more life-changing milestones in our motherhood journey and to us never giving up despite the struggles.
Can’t believe it’s been 4 years since my first Mothers’ Day.