Hey Son,
Here's something from your Aunt Courtney. =)
p/s: Every single word Barry Manilow sung in this song says exactly what Mommy feels about you. Thank u Ah Hui (Aunt Courtney's Chinese name. Shh! Don't membocorkan it =D)
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Always Be My Baby
Hey there baby...
Mommy's working from home today. The computer at my office seriously needs fixing... You've at the nursery. I feel very tempted to go there and 'kacau' you but it's okay... In the latest update of your development, you're growing more and more fond of your mother and you throw fits if I as much as put you down. Yes Micah... You love me too much I can't even go and pee without you crying for being asked to stay put for two minutes. Ha ha..
Speaking of development, I've signed up with this website called Babycenter, since I knew I got pregnant with you and they send me updates about my baby, which is YOU, every week without fail. And I always, always got excited whenever I see in my mail inbox that I got an email from Babycenter that read, "My Pregnancy This Week" or "My Baby This Week - Your 2 Weeks Old," and so on... I anticipate these emails because I love reading about your development and it helps me a lot in dealing with it... I'd open my inbox and hope to get email from Babycenter... until recently...
I remember it was an email that said, "My Baby This Week - Your 7 Months Old" and I opened it, read it happily, until I realize how these development updates show me your growth every week... This sounds stupid but I didn't realize that in your development, it also means that you're growing up, and learning how to be independent every single day.. And someday, you'll be able to walk, run, without my help... You won't need me as much as you do now... And in some crazy, senseless way, that makes me cry...
This is crazy and stupid, coz Mommy complaints about having have to carry you around as your weight increases each week, making it easier for me to feel the pain in my back everytime I carry you. BUT, now that I realize you're going to grow out of my arms and be on your own without my assistance, it hurts me... Someday you'll be a big boy, be a MAN with life of your own, and to think that I'll no longer be able to hug or kiss like I could now, just hurts...
But it won't be right to wish that you'll always be dependent on Mommy... As much as it hurts to think that you'll 'leave' my arms soon, I take pride in the fact that in your attempts to stand up straight with my help, you'll someday walk and run freely without Mommy holding your hands... In your attempts to get my attention to pick you up and carry you in my arms, you'll someday everything without my help... You'll be your own person, and I'll take pride in that...
You'll always be my baby, tho... =)
Love,
Your mother...
Mommy's working from home today. The computer at my office seriously needs fixing... You've at the nursery. I feel very tempted to go there and 'kacau' you but it's okay... In the latest update of your development, you're growing more and more fond of your mother and you throw fits if I as much as put you down. Yes Micah... You love me too much I can't even go and pee without you crying for being asked to stay put for two minutes. Ha ha..
Speaking of development, I've signed up with this website called Babycenter, since I knew I got pregnant with you and they send me updates about my baby, which is YOU, every week without fail. And I always, always got excited whenever I see in my mail inbox that I got an email from Babycenter that read, "My Pregnancy This Week" or "My Baby This Week - Your 2 Weeks Old," and so on... I anticipate these emails because I love reading about your development and it helps me a lot in dealing with it... I'd open my inbox and hope to get email from Babycenter... until recently...
I remember it was an email that said, "My Baby This Week - Your 7 Months Old" and I opened it, read it happily, until I realize how these development updates show me your growth every week... This sounds stupid but I didn't realize that in your development, it also means that you're growing up, and learning how to be independent every single day.. And someday, you'll be able to walk, run, without my help... You won't need me as much as you do now... And in some crazy, senseless way, that makes me cry...
This is crazy and stupid, coz Mommy complaints about having have to carry you around as your weight increases each week, making it easier for me to feel the pain in my back everytime I carry you. BUT, now that I realize you're going to grow out of my arms and be on your own without my assistance, it hurts me... Someday you'll be a big boy, be a MAN with life of your own, and to think that I'll no longer be able to hug or kiss like I could now, just hurts...
You'll always be my baby, tho... =)
Love,
Your mother...
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Greatness in Simplicity
Dear Micah,
I was driving you to the nursery this morning, and singing to you our daily dose of "Angel Of God". I didn't set up your baby carseat today because you can somehow sit in the car now without moving too much. As I started to sing, you looked up and smiled, like you understand the song, like you understand what I meant for you by singing it to you, which is to wish you all the protection, guardiance and love God could give you... And I just started to cry...
It was just such a moment where you don't need reasons to cherish.. I still don't know why I cried... It was probably because I realize you're now big enough to understand a mother's prayers. Maybe not fully. But it's like you understand what a mother means when she sings to you... Or maybe you just like listening to your mother's singing... I don't know... But when you looked at Mommy like that and just smiled, Mommy never felt sadder, happier, liberated, accompanied, and so much more mixed together...
In all that simplicity, I've never felt greater... You truly make me feel like my life is worth living, Micah... You truly make me feel like I've achieved something bigger than life itself, which is love...
In case Mommy forgot to tell you today, I love you Son... I'd do anything to protect you... You can bet on that... =')
I was driving you to the nursery this morning, and singing to you our daily dose of "Angel Of God". I didn't set up your baby carseat today because you can somehow sit in the car now without moving too much. As I started to sing, you looked up and smiled, like you understand the song, like you understand what I meant for you by singing it to you, which is to wish you all the protection, guardiance and love God could give you... And I just started to cry...
It was just such a moment where you don't need reasons to cherish.. I still don't know why I cried... It was probably because I realize you're now big enough to understand a mother's prayers. Maybe not fully. But it's like you understand what a mother means when she sings to you... Or maybe you just like listening to your mother's singing... I don't know... But when you looked at Mommy like that and just smiled, Mommy never felt sadder, happier, liberated, accompanied, and so much more mixed together...
In all that simplicity, I've never felt greater... You truly make me feel like my life is worth living, Micah... You truly make me feel like I've achieved something bigger than life itself, which is love...
In case Mommy forgot to tell you today, I love you Son... I'd do anything to protect you... You can bet on that... =')
Monday, May 3, 2010
Journalist Momma!
Hey there Lil Guy...
It;s been quite a while since the last letter, ey? Sorry sayang.. Mommy had been occupied trying to get a job. And that had been successful. Micah, make a way for your Journalist Momma! *Clap clap*
Honestly, I hate having have to go to work coz that means I have to leave you in the hands of caretakers, and in this case, the nursery. But at the same time, I could also die of unemployment. Besides, we could use the extra money, sayang. So as much as I hate leaving you and not seeing you 8 hours a day, being employed is important for all of us.
Although, I must say, I have my worries regarding your safety, well-being, and milestones... I mean, it would kill me if you said your first word or took your fist step in the arms of other people and worse when I won't be there to see it. =( I want to be there for you all the time and for everything pertaining to you. But for now I can only cross my fingers that I would miraculously be there at each milestone you reach.
Journalism... Mommy was a journalist before, right after completing secondary education and before going to university. It was brief but I already knew back then that I love the job. Everything from its perks, it's day-to-day calling, the nature of it, the people I worked with. So, I'm glad I get to land another one (job) just like that.
But Mommy must tell you, it's not going to be easy, for both of us. There will come a time when Mommy will be too busy that it'll affect my attention towards you. There will be times when you'll be too cranky and Mommy will be too tired an we'll both be at the ends of our hairs. So sayang, for times like these, Mommy want to apologize in advance. Sorry Sonshine, for times when Mommy might lose it and let it out on you. I need you to know that it's not intentional and that it's not you, k? It's just Mommy going loco. =D
So, may Mommy enjoy Mommy's work more than get stressed about it, and may you enjoy your times at the nursery with your new-found friends, and fun lessons. Oh, by the way, your new skill that you learned at the nursery, giving Hi-5 is awesome!
And another thing, just because you've started going to the nursery and spend more waking time there with your teachers than with Mommy, it doesn't mean that Mommy love you less, okies?
Love you always, regardless,
Your mother.
It;s been quite a while since the last letter, ey? Sorry sayang.. Mommy had been occupied trying to get a job. And that had been successful. Micah, make a way for your Journalist Momma! *Clap clap*
Honestly, I hate having have to go to work coz that means I have to leave you in the hands of caretakers, and in this case, the nursery. But at the same time, I could also die of unemployment. Besides, we could use the extra money, sayang. So as much as I hate leaving you and not seeing you 8 hours a day, being employed is important for all of us.
Although, I must say, I have my worries regarding your safety, well-being, and milestones... I mean, it would kill me if you said your first word or took your fist step in the arms of other people and worse when I won't be there to see it. =( I want to be there for you all the time and for everything pertaining to you. But for now I can only cross my fingers that I would miraculously be there at each milestone you reach.
Journalism... Mommy was a journalist before, right after completing secondary education and before going to university. It was brief but I already knew back then that I love the job. Everything from its perks, it's day-to-day calling, the nature of it, the people I worked with. So, I'm glad I get to land another one (job) just like that.
But Mommy must tell you, it's not going to be easy, for both of us. There will come a time when Mommy will be too busy that it'll affect my attention towards you. There will be times when you'll be too cranky and Mommy will be too tired an we'll both be at the ends of our hairs. So sayang, for times like these, Mommy want to apologize in advance. Sorry Sonshine, for times when Mommy might lose it and let it out on you. I need you to know that it's not intentional and that it's not you, k? It's just Mommy going loco. =D
So, may Mommy enjoy Mommy's work more than get stressed about it, and may you enjoy your times at the nursery with your new-found friends, and fun lessons. Oh, by the way, your new skill that you learned at the nursery, giving Hi-5 is awesome!
And another thing, just because you've started going to the nursery and spend more waking time there with your teachers than with Mommy, it doesn't mean that Mommy love you less, okies?
Love you always, regardless,
Your mother.
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