I awoke this morning with a slight feeling of apprehension. Some may say that it is the natural guilt that mums are bestowed with upon giving birth. But this was different. There was a sense of "I have not idea what is in store for me" kind of feeling.
I realised that the kind of day I will be having today will probably be what I will be stuck with for the next 3 years -- at least. I took that long to bounce back to normality with my firstborn, and maybe this is what lies ahead now that I have a little bub of a daughter. Or am I wrong in assuming that this time will be a replica of what happened last time? After all, I have miraculously shrunk back into my old jeans already, 2 months into being a new mum again.
But what is normality? For a fashion lover like myself, it means getting out of breastfeeding-friendly clothes. For the fashionista/social butterfly tendencies I possess, it means getting back into catch-ups with family and friends over tea or a glass of wine on endless, lazy afternoons, talking about almost anything. Oh, and to just drive into the city on a whim, take out the credit card and spend up on King Street.
Perspective shift!
Whose definition of normality is this?
At this stage of my search for answers, my 7-year old son comes into the bedroom. He snuggles up to my side of the bed and puts his arms around me. (Fine, he declares that he did not feel like going to school but that is just the travel withdrawal talking.) And as if on cue, my 3 month old gives out a big yawn from her bassinet and looks around. She catches my eye and flashes this big toothless smile. The kind that was borne out of absolute delight.
Here is the clincher. My wonderful hubby stumbles out of the shower and declares that since he did not get me a present for my birthday (and I thought it was BLISS enough that he took over all the chores on Saturday and Sunday), that he would pay for the Marc Jacobs bag I had clocked up on my credit card a few weeks ago when we were in Manila.
Oh my. What a great new level of normality I have been blessed with. Different, but so much better.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
In this lifetime, it is my sincere wish to reflect the brightest and purest source of light -- so that I may have a clear view of what I have and what my purpose is. What a privilege it is to be a unique sparkle that can reach the gloomiest of places. How awesome is the grace that allows this sparkle to keep on glowing, even when this sparkle dims from its own weaknesses sometimes.
No comments:
Post a Comment