Tuesday, May 8

the best job in the world

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When I have decided to give up my corporate hat and be a stay home mum, I have become a subject of envy by colleagues and friends.  I will be lying if I say I do not know where that was coming from.  After all, unlike them, I will be spared of the daily office grind.  Instead, I will have nothing to do but take care of my growing kids and best of all, I can get away with the job in my pajamas.  Piece of cake!  You think.

Being a stay home mum is not a vacation.  It requires one to make rational decisions everyday pretty much like what my former job required.  The difference is, at home, the stakes are higher.  In the office, if you get it right, you might get a pay hike or a promotion.  At home, when you get it right, the price you get hugs and kisses! Beat that.

Your promotion could be on the line if you make a wrong call but on the other hand, making wrong decisions at home can prove more costly for it will always be at the expense of your own child.

The simplest things can go wrong at home.

1.  We tell our kids to always tell the truth.  But what about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, Mum and Dad? Uh-oh.  What excuse do we have for that?

2.  We tell our kids they are not babies anymore.  Pack away now, you're big girls and you can do that on your own.  We push them to be independent but we quickly hold them back when they start asserting.  When they offer to help cook in the kitchen, we decline. "You might cut yourself... you might burn yourself..."  When they dash out of the house to ride their trike or the scooter, you command them to go back and wait for the yaya.  When you do not like the clothes they picked to wear to the mall, we force them to wear an outfit you think looks way cuter.

3.  We encourage our kids to express themselves.  We tell them that crying is only for babies because they cannot talk.  So we ask our kids to speak up.  But when they start doing so, for instance saying "no" to our demands and engaging us in debates, we tell them we know better, if not best.  Oh dear... what are we doing?

4.  We tell our kids not to throw a tantrum if they do not get what they want.  We always tell them to be patient and understanding.  But sometimes when kids gets extremely stubborn we are the first ones to blow out (*hands raising - guilty).  We can always say sorry for blowing up.  And kids will understand. It is very humbling to see them minutes after like nothing happened. But we know that we cannot do enough to undo what we have done.  And it breaks us. Control your temper.  Don't let it control you.

Like sponges kids absorb everything they see.  From the manner we speak, the things we do, our values.  Motherhood demands us to be good role models.  I try to.  And I am sure most of the mothers do too.


Parents are honored with the responsibility of moulding their children, teaching them the hard lessons, instilling values. Not an easy task.  Daunting to say the least.  Since I am always with my kids, I get to do most of the disciplining.  Everyday, I have to do the un-enviable task of saying "No." "Don't."  And "cannot." And since kids don't take rejection pretty well, I am often the recipient of their sad faces, pouts and sometimes crazy hysterics. I worry them hating me as they grow up. I do not enjoy it one bit.  It's painful!  But someone's got to do it.  


So to my former colleagues, I say:  No, I am not on vacation.  But you have every right to envy me.  I have landed a better job as a stay home mum.  The job description may be endless.  The risks may be high.  But the remuneration is priceless.

The best part is I can do it in my pajamas.

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Thursday, November 17

the red-haired doll


yesterday, we have sent off daughter to her first field trip.  this wasn't really her first time, but it was her first time to go without us as her chaperone.

my daughter though she's already seven is still a baby.  she still has to figure out how to zip her skirt, tie her shoe lace and a lot of other stuff.  admittedly we're a bit behind in setting her leash loose.  so i have been anxious for days now knowing that she will be out the whole day on her own.  she will need to clean up after herself, find her way through her bag of food, towels, wipes, shirt, juice and must manage to find everything she needs without any help.  i was most worried about her wee-wee breaks.  public toilets scare me and i was scared for her.  so last night i talked her through our public toilet routine.  wipe the seat clean... lay over sheets of toilet paper on the seat... etc. i must have said the word yucky so many times that moment just to prove my point.  then there's the issue about pocket money.  my child doesn't handle money.  it would have been easy if we don't give her money at all.  but we gave her money anyway just in case she finds something she likes.  it would be heartbreaking to find out she was the only child in class not holding a lollipop which everybody bought in the kiosk.

as i picked her up from school after her trip, i was expecting to see her hair messed up, shoes and shirt dirty.  i was ready to hear sob stories from my little girl on how she found it hard to eat in the bus without a table, or how she tried so hard looking for her spoon and fork in her bag but couldn't find it, how she got lost in the museum and somehow found her way back.  i was ready to give her my hugs for that.

but when i saw her in her classroom waiting, she was still beaming.  hair was slightly messy but she's ok.  i asked her how her day was.  she said she lost her wallet.  oh dear, here we go... i noticed she was holding a teddy bear.  she said she bought it from the doll factory.  she also told me that one of her classmates had given her money so she can buy it. i quickly told her she must not borrow money again and that we would return the money her classmate gave her. then she told me she has a surprise for me.  from her small bag, she excitedly brought out a small doll with red hair.  she said she bought it for me because she knew that i would love it.  and i do!  how can i not love it?  i fought back a tear or two thanking her and told her it was very thoughtful.

can a baby do that? can a baby think of getting her mommy a present?  certainly not.  alas, certainly, our little 7 year old is no longer a baby.  she may still have her childish ways most days but she does things that surprise me. just like this red haired doll from the factory.  that doll could still be sitting quietly in that factory shop had my little girl not thought of buying it for me.  my little big girl gave her a home. a home where a baby is starting to outgrow her baby ways and whose mom and a dad just realized that.

Wednesday, November 9

freebies - holidays gift tags set

i have been spending a lot of quality time with mac, ai and ps. and we have been having great times together.

am eager to share with you some of the work that i have done with them.

for starters, here's a set of christmas tags set which i have painstakingly put together after going through tons of tutorials and screencasts.

please feel free to download. 
they are yours for free!

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hope you enjoy them!

Monday, November 7

1:25:20

pitter. patter. pitter. patter. pant. pant. splish. splash. pitter. patter.

past the 2km mark, it seemed i have already covered 4km.  that wasn't a good sign.  inside my mind, i was asking what form and what mindset would i be in by the time i reach 5km?  then thoughts kept playing... if i go on this way, how could i go past 6km... it's still far from the finish... oh dear... could i make it to 10km? maybe i won't.  i was panicking so early in the race and it worried me but the rain showering us that night did me well.  it somehow helped me calm me.


pitter. patter. pitter. patter. pant. pant. splish. splash. pitter. patter

puddles and potholes were added obstacles to conquer.  in the darker areas of the route, floodlights were set up to help the runners navigate. i am sensitive to the glare and this proved to be another challenge for me. i was squinting, head bowed down to avoid the glare, careful not to bump into a runner in front of me and careful not to trip on one of the many potholes on my way.  i was running almost breathless and my muscles were tired and i couldn't be in a more uncomfortable situation at that point. but i came there with a purpose.  i have to finish the race. and by all means, i don't want to finish last.  so i moved on and pushed through. immediately my mind took over!  must run. must run!

pitter. patter. pant. pant. pant. splish. splash. pant. pant.

i have pushed through the pain. run. push. there still was breathlessness. push. run. i also pushed through numbing soles.  i kept thinking everyone running that night is feeling pain just like me.  i am pretty sure that the best runners do feel pain too.  the difference lies in how well each of us push through.

and just like that,

pant. pant. pant. pant. pant. pant. whoa!
1:25:20

under a starless rainy night, this was how long it took me to finish my very first 10km run.  

i've finally done it!  that's a checkmark for one of the items in my wish list this year.

it was still drizzling when we finished.  and i thank the rain for cooling my nerves.  i also have my running buddy hubby to thank. as always, he helped me go on.  he did not run his pace that night to be with me in my maiden 10.  and i am so glad he was there otherwise, i would have quit at the halfway mark.

and by the way, hubby and i did not finish last :)

pat. pat. pat... on the back

cheers, everyone!