Mummy Diaries 101: Peachy

My daughter is at an amazing age where she can't get enough of mummy. She spends a lot of time sitting beside me--at the hall, kitchen or my lap--playing with my hair, my nose, stretching my eyes in the hope of making it big, kiss me on my lips, sometimes all over my face; giving me a deep "haaaaaaaaa" to check if her breath is as fresh as her toothpaste even if she had just woken up.

She thought it's obstreperously funny when she passes gas in a rowdy sound like "frraaaaaaaaaaaapppp". And debates that some farts you can't hear because they wear slippers. I end up getting a whiff on what I prepared her for dinner. Sometimes, her favorite soft toy Tikboy gets the blame for it.

I revel on moments in between her bites of chicken nuggets or while slurping chocolate milk and tell me, "Mum, I love you very much." I'm like butter turning into ghee in a microwave. She would often tell me in the morning when she catches me immersed in writing, "Mum, if your child is awake, you should stop typing on that laptop."  Of course, I willingly oblige. Her wish is my command.

She compliments me "looking pretty" regardless if  I'm wearing old torn clothes. At least in her eyes I am beautiful no matter how flabby my arms are or how big my tummy is. I don't mind her combing my hair that ends up tangled anyway. She actually thought I lack the skill to detangle it and my comb is not the finest.

She has started going to painting class while on school vacation. She has a friend who goes with her to the same class in the afternoon. She adores her a lot. There's a great sense of joy seeing that my child has already stepped into exploring her young world--to choosing her own summer class; having her own friend; and eloquently exchanges ideas about oil pastels, biscuits, chocolate milk and the place we would pass by as the car runs. She and her friend actually talk about anything about the whole shebang. It's wonderful!

Alisha is the greatest evidence of God's blessing in my life. Every little thing she does disposes me enough conviction that no matter how life seems to have shrunk for me, her genuine love will always bring me to full confidence of God's will in my life--to be her mother and her steward to help her reach her fullest potential. 


All I ask is...please, don't grow up too fast.