A Mother's Monologue

I’m just a simple girl.

Once upon a time, I was an ambitious young career girl who had a mission to be seated at the end of a boardroom table commanding men in suits, myself in a Max Mara equivalent to be exact with Ferragamo courts making the decisions. Having done well enough at school coupled with growing up in a rainbow environment made that task super easy. That mission was accomplished several times over until my Mother got diagnosed with cancer. I quit my job to have a baby and never looked back because I fell in love with the baby.

She was T1.

Moving from the corporate boardroom to being a Stay At Home Mom was a huge eye opener. Pregnancy itself was lonely and lousy, filled with vomit and terribly awful. But having T1 transformed me into the most dedicated Stay At Home Mom whilst volunteering my efforts at various organisations such as the IBU family resource group, just to stay sane. I loved my daughter so much that I dedicated my entire life to nurturing her with lots of love and fun filled activities together. But by 6pm every day, I was calling my husband in despair, tapping my fingers, frazzled with electrified hair. I had no help at home and T1 was an energetic, lively and boisterous little toddler. Being a Stay At Home Mom is not easy. You have a baby/toddler to talk to every day and not much adult interaction and back in the day, online support was scarce. There was no Facebook and none of my friends had kids then.

After 5 years, the guilt from others made me try for Number 2.

Despite the terrifying earlier pregnancy which turned me off pregnancy FOR LIFE, they reassured me that every pregnancy was different. After much persuassion, I gave in and tried until I wanted to give up because T2 was just not happening. Having sex un-spontaneously every month on the dot was becoming a chore. But some good advice from a Chinese Sinseh with a minor change of diet for a month made T2 happen. Bless him. Yet the pregnancy was just as bad. Different but still very bad. *cries*

When T2 was 2 years old, an international job found me that allowed me to work from home and I decided that it was time to test my skills in the market again. I had spent long enough being the maid, chauffeur, cleaner, Mom, chef, nurse, entertainer, etc. and was getting restless so I finally hired my first helper EVER together with a wonderful British Nanny to care for T2 at home. We are still in touch till today!

3 ladies and a toddler at home. Seriously??? That would be me, the helper and the Nanny, and T2 at home. T1 was at school, the Hubs at work.

In 2014, my Mother in Law passed away suddenly from a heart stop and my own Mother lost her 14 year battle to cancer. I myself was diagnosed with 2 leaking heart valves (aortal and mitral) and was told that the lack of oxygen in my blood could cause me to die in my sleep. I also had a stint with cancer and a brain tumour.

The year before that, I was homeschooling my 2 girls.

I no longer take life for granted.

I look forward to the future with hope and great beginnings in believing that the world can all be good if we just started looking within and started doing one good deed every single day. Make another person smile and another heart sing. Shower the children with lots of love and bring laughter into the souls of everyone present. Spread the seeds of love. It is so easy no matter where you come from and if you do not know how, let me invite you for a chat to share some ideas with you.

The reason I started this blog was because I needed an outlet to scream as a bored and frustrated Stay At Home Mom over 10 years ago. It also served as a journal of my life with a little kid then. Over the years, I have realised that the blog has evolved beautifully as even my writing style has changed in tone. It is a memoir of my girls lives and whenever they read back to the times when they were little, they are overjoyed. It reminds me too of all the little things we used to do as a family and sends many awwwwww moments with reinforced positive memories to show us just how far we have come.

Before I got married, life with my ‘high society’ parents were all about hobnobbing with pretentious, affluent and the insecure ‘elite’. It was all about names, titles and brands. We used to sail a yacht. As I observed as a silent child bystander, the truly rich were the most humble and the nicest people of all amongst the rich. My mother had shown me that I was to treat the very rich exactly the same as the very poor and so I did, and my girls are imparted these very same values. I now don’t know any royalties, Tan Sri’s or Lords. I don’t even care who anyone titled is anymore nor what they have accomplished, unless and only if they had a kind heart.

In 2012, we started a journey with orphans from the Children of Myanmar and pledged to be their backbone till they all grew up to be able beings in self sustenance. It has been the greatest journey of our lives. You can read all about them here on this blog if you do a SEARCH at the top right hand search box and type in CHILDREN OF MYANMAR. God has always been kind to me and my family. It is a given that I should be kind back to the rest of the world who needs this same kindness. I have already been overly blessed.

From a rainbow life back to being a simple girl.

I’m really just a simple girl truly.

Mamapumpkin