I had a really random thought about my mum the other night. Literally, late at night before I fell asleep, a memory that had never been more than a passing thought popped into my head. I recalled my first day of kindergarten. My mum had taken me to school on the back of her push bike and introduced me to my new friends and teachers. I wasn’t too phased initially and wandered into the room, curious about everything around me. I looked back and my mum was there by the window, with all the other mums, waving – probably holding back tears – but putting on a brave face for their little people, starting school for the first time. I waved at my mum, and wandered further into the room. A few minutes later, I turned to look again and my mum had gone. Panic swelled from my heart to my throat. I cried and cried.
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a “mum uniform”. I wear my uniform so frequently I even have the tan lines to prove it. My staple is: denim shorts (or jeans in cooler weather) and a singlet or t-shirt, in varying shades of grey. On my feet I wear either a pair of Converse kicks or Ipanema flip-flops. And hair up.
And that my friends, is the mundanity that is my wardrobe.
Happy Valentine’s Day! It was only a matter of time before I fell down the Yumbox bento rabbit hole. The cuteness level of some of these bentos? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t get sucked in sooner (but obviously I have now). Most mums get bentos for their kids to encourage them to eat a wider variety of food. You can serve smaller portions in more interesting ways and we all know that interesting looking food tastes better right?
But my kids are good eaters (wonder where they get that from?) so I didn’t need a bento to encourage them to eat. For me, it was for a completely different reason: WORLD PEACE.
There’s an ongoing joke at the moment that I have way to much time on my hands. Namely because of this. And it’s true. Ever since I’ve scaled my life back from full-throttle work, I have had some extra time on my hands, and I’m loving having a way more balanced life to do some freelance work, be a mum, and spend half the morning making cookies 🙂
My peanut turned 18 months last week. And this one, this special brand of tough nut, took two needles for her immunisation and didn’t even flinch. It was literally like nothing happened at all. She was sitting on my lap facing away from me when she was injected, and there was silence. I thought it was one of those silent cries – you know the ones, where there’s a pained face but no sound but you know the longer the silence the louder the scream will be when it finally makes its way out of their voice box. After a few seconds, I looked at her and she was just sitting there like, what? Then we waved goodbye to the nurses and went about our day.
Fricking hardcore, this girl.
For us, Chinese New Year is not really a big deal these days. When I was little and my ah gong was still alive, it was the hugest deal. But now, it’s low key – we try and teach the kids what it means and drum up some level of excitement with ang pows, but mainly, we just eat some good food, bake some peanut cookies, and call it a day.