How does one begin to write about the big, chaotic, colourful, exhilarating, frustrating, rewarding, heart-breaking whirlwind adventure that is Motherhood?
After almost seven years of mothering two rambunctious chaps, I’ve come to the conclusion that no two mothers’ experiences are ever alike. It’s the little moments and the unexpected encounters and a myriad of factors that shape each woman’s completely unique journey of motherhood – and yet, we each make it work, in our own ways. Here’s a snapshot of my experience.
Unlike our Tokyo vacation of 2016, our itinerary for our Taiwan trip was rather vague and open-to-change. We figured that, since the boys were not coming along, we had more freedom to flex and make up plans along the way. I had gotten some recommendations from friends on places to visit, since it was my first time to Taiwan, and hubby had only ever been there on business trips before. Thanks to their suggestions, and the invaluable GoogleMaps, we managed to navigate ourselves around the city pretty smoothly for first-timers. 😉
Do your kids know how Bukit Merah got its name, or the legend behind the Singapore Stone, or what Sang Nila Utama, a prince from Palembang, has to do with the founding of our island home? Let them have a taste of Singapore folklore served up in juicy nuggets of urban legend and history at the annual Kidz Academy this June holidays!
A couple of years ago, the hubs proposed the idea that we would take an us-only trip for a change and leave the boys behind. Back then, the boys were both quite young, and the mere thought of leaving them on their own – granted with loving grandparents to care for them – made me tearful. The idea was swiftly passed on by… but earlier this year, as we reconsidered the option, we both felt that perhaps it was time to try, with the boys a bit older and our parents willing and able to help us look after them. This year, we celebrate 10 years of marriage too, so we thought it would be a fitting milestone trip to make as a couple – kind of like a “second honeymoon”!
I’ve been wanting to learn the art (and science) of floral arrangement for a while now. Ever since I started making my paper blooms for Dottieshop, I found myself struggling with how to position blooms together, whether in a small bunch or a bigger bouquet. Thanks to a friend, I discovered Daryl and Hema, the amazing couple-team behind home-based florist Bloomen!
Sister Act, the five-time Tony-nominated smash hit is in town! Crime, faith and a whole lot of dancing nuns – there was something for everyone, and as David commented at the end “So much glitter! I like the glitter best, mummy.” While Daryl declared, “I like the pretty one, mummy. The pretty lady with the big curly hair.” Read more
I’m sorry, that’s not a very creative title, is it? But really, it’s a post that I’ve been sitting on for a long time, and just didn’t feel confident enough to share. Now that we are almost halfway through the year (GASP!), I do feel like we have gained a little experience with primary school life – enough for me to share – and it’s also a good time to talk about this, as many K1 parents are probably losing sleep over this issue as 1 July draws nearer…
I’ve always wanted a little home garden. But four dead basil plants, one wilted dill and two sagging beansprout cups later, I admitted defeat. Yup, even that wretched taoge plant didn’t survive my hands… I was simply NOT born with a green thumb. And so I gave up my home garden dream, and settled to admiring pretty pots in cafes and such. But last year, the boys brought home a pretty succulent in a glass jar from one of the flea markets that we visited. And surprise surprise, that little thing has been doing mighty well, and is still thriving as I type!
Emboldened by this “success”, I was quite excited when Masons Home Decor approached us to review their newly launched Terrarium DIY kit. Why not, I thought? And of course, the boys were thrilled to get their hands dirty – quite literally.
There are moments when it feels like life has come full circle, even though I know (well, I hope!) that I still have a lot more life to live.
Like this afternoon, when we celebrated my dad’s birthday with a very satisfying lunch at Baba Chews Bar and Eatery. The two monkeys were fascinated with the bar counter, but I told them not to climb the stools in case they fell off. So grandpa gamely went with them, supposedly to take a look at the counter too, but actually to make sure they didn’t fall off the stools and break their little heads. And there he stood, supporting one with each hand, and then later carrying them to the ground safely.
And I flashbacked to my own childhood, and the many outings I had with my grandpa, and remembered the feeling of him hoisting me onto his shoulders although all my uncles and aunties and grandma were all “Put her down, you’ll break your back!” How I loved that feeling of being on grandpa’s shoulders, and I knew he was indulging me back then, and it mattered to me.