You’ve been with us since the beginning. Your labour of love is literal! (It can take hours.) And carrying us for nine months, in a womb of warmth as we grew from a single cell into a splendid human being.
For the first six months (at least!) we’d keep you up at night. No rest for you!
How you managed to cope with three hours of sleep a day we don’t know. But you did, and you continue to.
(It helps we have fair maternity laws in our country that allow mothers four months to focus on their new born baby.)
But you persevered.
Scrapes and other scrappy behaviour.
As we became toddlers, wall sockets suddenly became an enemy waiting in ambush. The remote control was no longer in safe hands – especially as our overly curious developing minds tried to see how they worked inside.
You had to replace your iPad screen a few times. (But don’t blame us for not getting a screen protector!) Still, we loved the little learning games we could interact with using our fingers.
Or those older children – who can forget the first day of “big” school? It’s difficult to know who was more emotional, you or us! We didn’t want to let go of your hand. But we were more ready for lessons that we realised, thanks to you reading to us every night, teaching us new words, and helping us learn the alphabet. (To this day, some of us still use the alphabet song to remember the order of letters.)
Then you were there when we had our first crush. Or our first girl/boyfriend. When dating meant holding hands and play dates at each other’s houses, while you and their mother chatted merrily over tea (or wino, depending on tastes and if it was after four).
You were also there when we had our first heartbreak.
Nothing felt as bad as that. Except when we lost a favourite pet. Mr Meow or Rover had gone to that giant rainbow bridge in the sky. And we were inconsolable. We’d never had to experience grief like that before, but you were there, to comfort us and when we were ready, a new ball of fluff had joined the family.
Life had carried on.
You did your homework.
Never mind with Dr Spock (those of the older generation will get that reference to a certain child expert), you helped us with our assignments from school – like it was your own.You never tired in helping us excel at school. Nor did you stop encouraging us in our sports and activities.
In a world of best moms, you were the best mom of all. You still are.
Mom: the greatest cook in the world.
For those of us now in adulthood, oh how we loved to eat out as children! Yet, now, we remember the family meals the fondest. It’s the scents of the kitchen that had us drifting in to sample what was for dinner. Or when you decided to do some baking – and we assisted you by eating left-over flour!
Well, it’s your special day soon, so we’re going to take you out 12 May, to Woodlands Boulevard. The best shopping experience in town*.
We love you, mom, for everything you’ve done for us. You made our house a home.
*For a look at Woodlands’ eating experiences, please have a look at last month’s Easter eatery blog here.