You are precious

You are precious.

No matter what people have said about you in the past, or what they will say in the future,

you are precious.

No matter where you’ve been in life, or the scars that still remain,

you are precious.

Even when you feel like a failure, a good-for-nothing, or a fool,

you are precious.

Even when you’ve taken a very wrong turn,

you are precious.

Because you are wonderfully made

by a big and mighty God.

He makes no mistakes.

You are precious.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

- Psa 139

2 babies and a blog

I’ve got two adorable babies - okay, to be exact, 1 toddler, 1 baby, and a hubby who sometimes acts like a baby.

And I’ve got a blog. Yes, the one that you’re reading right now.

This blog was born on 11 January 2011. Inspired by a simple strand of four words that sprouted from my then 2-year-old’s mouth. And as it approaches its 9-month birthday, I’m beginning to realise that there’s little difference between bringing up a blog and bringing up a baby.

The blog doesn’t poop, doesn’t cry, doesn’t need to be cuddled or rocked to sleep (it doesn’t sleep at all, in fact), so what the heck am I talking about?

It’s the sheer amount of effort required to upkeep a blog. The fresh milk of content that you need to keep feeding it. The creativity needed to clear its hiccups. And the pure passion to keep it alive even when you’re so zonked out.

Even when it throws up undigested bits of its last milk feed on your shirt…

Bringing up a blog is bloggy hard work.

You have to be willing to bare your soul to the world. It’s like baring your baby’s poop-clad bottom on youtube. And sometimes…sad to say, you’re the only one who loves viewing it.

And maybe your hubby.

And what happens when the kids grow up, and start questioning why you chose to broadcast their every move (and bowel movement) on the Internet…

You have to crack your head to think of fresh ideas, ideas that entertain, move, surprise, or delight your readers. You have to be original ALL the time. (And I’m actually quite amazed at the amount of interesting / provoking content that’s out there. Just waiting to be stumbled upon. Most inspired by the very mundane things that fill the lives of mums and dads.)

All this while having to run after an energizer-bunny-of-a-toddler and caring for a baby who pees/poops at will?

What I find most challenging is the push for popularity. I detest hard-selling (on a normal day), and suddenly I find myself bordering on shameless, asking friends and family to like my posts, and show their support for my new Facebook page. What’s with me??

Sometimes, I ask myself ‘what the hell am I doing?’ bringing up a blog, when there are real human lives to invest in, deadlines to meet, and endless washing of bottoms to do.

Then I get reminded of the original purpose of this blog, the one I wrote in the About me page - I hope to share what I’ve learnt (and continue to learn) as a young working mum, and hopefully encourage and inspire other young mums out there.

Encourage and inspire. Parenthood is such a BIG thing. Make that a big and often lonely thing. Most days, I could sure do with a big dollop of encouragement and inspiration to keep going.

I realise I need to keep the faith - keep the candle burning - to stay true to myself and the things I’m passionate about. And hopefully, one day, the kids won’t mind seeing their lives splashed out in all their messy splendour.

Whether you LIKE it or not, I’m gonna keep having blogs. Though I can’t say the same about babies.

Goo-gaa, babble me crazy

Baby J is talking at 2.5 months!

Of course it’s been mostly baby babble.

But I’ve been quite impressed by the level of mono and multi-syllabic sounds he can make.

The conversation usually starts after a feed. He will stare into my eyes and say: “Goooh
(which I take to mean: milk was good, mum… is there more?)

Or: “GaaaAHH” (Lotsa gas, mum, burp me!)

Or “Goooo-wahh
(I’m bored…what’s up next?)

When he’s feeling playful, he’ll play with his saliva, and say “Grrrrrrr” with a cheeky smile.

Sometimes, when he’s been left alone in his bouncer for too long, he goes: “AYEe!” (I want attention! Come entertain me!)

And when he’s hungry, it’s “WAhh ahh ahhhhh AHHHH&#%!#!” in increasingly loud tones (accompanied by fist throws and karate kicks). Till he gets his milk.

I guess after awhile, we mums start to figure out what our babies are trying to tell us. But it still tickles me when the daddy turns to me and asks, “what does he want?”

Like…I’m supposed to know everything?

All this baby talk has got me thinking…If babies could really talk, what would they want to tell us most? :P

An encouraging word sustains the weary soul

A word in time saves nine.

Sometimes, receiving a surprise card can do wonders for the soul. Thoughtful words can help alleviate the burdens and worries of our daily lives, and lift up our spirits. As a young mother, these are like precious gems to me, and I want to remember each word said, written, or even gestured to me. Receiving also reminds me to give. Have you said a kind word to someone you love lately? Or even to the stranger on the road looking lost. An act or a word of kindness is never easily forgotten. They tend to be carried on for a long while, and hopefully passed on to many others.

Perhaps it’s also time to consider if I’ve been kind to my little toddler. (Or have I been overly demanding of a 2 y.o.?) Though her current understanding of ‘kindness’ is probably limited to:

  1. giving her her favourite foods
  2. bringing her to fun places
  3. buying her toys

Hee, but I’m sure she’ll graduate to more sophisticated forms of kindness soon. And boy, I’m definitely looking forward to that.

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