I don't need to say it but many of you know it, my mum is of the weirdest mummy on earth, always behaving like a kid when she got excited seeing my friends.
Starting from the very beginning on 1997 Oct 28, she took more than 10 hours in giving birth to me. No one could have ever imagined how much pain she had suffered, when the little me was struggling inside her tummy. And even now whenever she talks about it, i can see through her eyes that agony back then.
The process of growing up was, honestly speaking, tough. She was a strict mummy, grabbing every tiny mistakes i've made, even when i was being a ignorant little kid who haven't yet set foot on reality. I used to be a stubborn little boar, purposely doing things that were opposite from her instructions, main purpose is to show her that i won't want to do things i don't like. However, her fierceness then always overtake my courage, somehow.
As times goes, her temper got so much better, perhaps its because im on my way in turning into a grown-up day by day. She respected me by not using canes anymore, but rather trying to talk sense in me whenever i did something wrong but not yet admit it (although she'll still scold me so badly).
Have you ever seen a mum who put in so much effort in going to the library to borrow books to encourage herself to be a better mummy? Cause my mummy did. My brother and i had never been always obedient to her, but all she did was trying to blend into our world. And all i ever did was to always tell her a we had a generation gap in between. I'm never a good daughter.
Despite all the hurts we had given to her, and no matter how angry she had gotten before, i can always tell her all of my secrets, and she is always there to listen even when sometimes i think im a irritating kid. And well, she loves listening to stories, just like me. Always pestering me about relationship problems, it is then never a trouble to tell her how i feel about guys, even when the rest might thought its awkward. She saw how i cried when facing friendship and work problems, and all those encouragements given by her were so priceless.
People always think that she's over-worried about me, and honestly sometimes i do feel this way too. She could sacrifice her sleeping time, staying up till to even 4am some nights, just to make sure that she's there to wait for my return from work and accompanying me to take the lift up so that i would't be scared. This made me real guilty as always. But no matter how many times i had assured her that i can be independent, a mother would never stop the worry for her kid.
I hate to upset her. But each and every time when i did something wrong, im always afraid to apologise, and i hate myself for that too. Although i know there will still be many many times when i will get irritated by all the nags again, im pretty sure that down in my heart i really don't want to lose my mum, and i love my family no matter what; cus even when everybody outside are hurting and ignoring me so badly, the only place i thought of is home.
And whenever my family is hurting me, the next place i thought of is that bed in my room, yet still home. :)
"I am superman ever since mummy gave her blood to me, staying strong because i can't collapse. I am cinderella from the day mummy passed her gown to me, getting ready to make sacrifices for another little princess"
I don't need to say it but many of you know it, my mum is of the weirdest mummy on earth, always behaving like a kid when she got excited seeing my friends.
Starting from the very beginning on 1997 Oct 28, she took more than 10 hours in giving birth to me. No one could have ever imagined how much pain she had suffered, when the little me was struggling inside her tummy. And even now whenever she talks about it, i can see through her eyes that agony back then.
The process of growing up was, honestly speaking, tough. She was a strict mummy, grabbing every tiny mistakes i've made, even when i was being a ignorant little kid who haven't yet set foot on reality. I used to be a stubborn little boar, purposely doing things that were opposite from her instructions, main purpose is to show her that i won't want to do things i don't like. However, her fierceness then always overtake my courage, somehow.
As times goes, her temper got so much better, perhaps its because im on my way in turning into a grown-up day by day. She respected me by not using canes anymore, but rather trying to talk sense in me whenever i did something wrong but not yet admit it (although she'll still scold me so badly).
Have you ever seen a mum who put in so much effort in going to the library to borrow books to encourage herself to be a better mummy? Cause my mummy did. My brother and i had never been always obedient to her, but all she did was trying to blend into our world. And all i ever did was to always tell her a we had a generation gap in between. I'm never a good daughter.
Despite all the hurts we had given to her, and no matter how angry she had gotten before, i can always tell her all of my secrets, and she is always there to listen even when sometimes i think im a irritating kid. And well, she loves listening to stories, just like me. Always pestering me about relationship problems, it is then never a trouble to tell her how i feel about guys, even when the rest might thought its awkward. She saw how i cried when facing friendship and work problems, and all those encouragements given by her were so priceless.
People always think that she's over-worried about me, and honestly sometimes i do feel this way too. She could sacrifice her sleeping time, staying up till to even 4am some nights, just to make sure that she's there to wait for my return from work and accompanying me to take the lift up so that i would't be scared. This made me real guilty as always. But no matter how many times i had assured her that i can be independent, a mother would never stop the worry for her kid.
I hate to upset her. But each and every time when i did something wrong, im always afraid to apologise, and i hate myself for that too. Although i know there will still be many many times when i will get irritated by all the nags again, im pretty sure that down in my heart i really don't want to lose my mum, and i love my family no matter what; cus even when everybody outside are hurting and ignoring me so badly, the only place i thought of is home.
And whenever my family is hurting me, the next place i thought of is that bed in my room, yet still home. :)
"I am superman ever since mummy gave her blood to me, staying strong because i can't collapse. I am cinderella from the day mummy passed her gown to me, getting ready to make sacrifices for another little princess"
βTo put away aimlessness and weakness, and to begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment; who make all conditions serve them, and who think strongly, attempt fearlessly, and accomplish masterfully.β
- James Allen Quotes
Sometimes I wonder how people see me and what they think of me. I am sure though, that what they think of me, what they think my life is, is a complete misperception. I have always tried to show myself as a carefree person, as someone who won't get angry no matter what. I am sure my friend and family think there is nothing going wrong in my life, that I do not worry enough, that
I am always happy. And I am sure they probably somewhat hate me for it because, lets admit it, there is nothing worse than seeing someone
who is life seems so perfect while yours is a complete mess. Truth is, I have become an expert at pretending. I think we are all experts
or at least we are getting there.
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