Tuesday, August 01, 2006
CLingy...
"Jialat lah you!"
"Eh, no good, you know!?"
"Wahlau! U sure die one ah!"
I was dumbstrucked by these comments.
Comments made by my colleagues
who are Working Mothers, themselves.
Seriously.
But why?
I don't see what's the big deal!!
Whats wrong with
Mikhail being clingy to me?
If its not me that he's supposed to get attached to,
then who?
My next door neighbour izzit?
So what if he follows me around like a 12 o'clock shadow,
and there are days that he insists that
I, and not Keerook,
shower with him, change his nappies, feed him and carry him.
Total attention to the very last letter!
He even screams whenever he lost sight of me...
Come bedtime,
he demands that I
do the shadow puppet act with him,
after which, he'll rest his head on my pillow...
And the best part,
instead of gentel-ling his buddies,
(B)Ar-Neey & E(l)mo, that is,
he'll stroke my cheeks, while whispering sayangggg to me,
before he finally drifts into dreamland....
Am I complaining?
No, why should I!?
I take pride in the fact that
despite spending most of his waking hours with
my Mak, his Nenek,
he still looks forward to going back to his own crib,
spending whatever remaining pre-bedtime he has with me,
snuggling up to me,
kissing, hugging & giggling.
I dont want to wake up one day,
only to realise that he's all grown up and pass this phase
and look back with regret.
I dont want to come to a point
where I have to rely on Mak/Nenek
to cultivate the necessary sense of discipline,
when Mika misbehaves.
Can't these people see the bigger picture and rationality of it?
Afterall,
no one said motherhood is served
on a silver platter with cherry on top...
Shahlynn Gone Jellyfishing in Bikini Bottom @
7:52 PM
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