Earlier this year, I've made a promise to blog often... not to expose myself to some of you strangers, but to remind myself of the treasured memories with my lil' angels, Shaura and Shauqi.
I overestimated myself.
I didn't expect juggling multiple roles as daughter, wife and working mother of two, is so tough that not even my newly hired maid can set me free from household chores and make me spend more time with my children.
To my dear Shauqi who will turn a year old in 3 months time, we've got lots of catch up to do. I may not be the first person to hear you utter your first word "Abah" (Father), watch you eat your first cereal, and see you crawl. But I have never failed to love you and prays for your well-being, every single day.
I want you to know that I have your pictures hung at every corner of my teeny-weeny workstation...to make me feel you're close to me.
Truth is, I've never failed to think about you. Guess it's true what people say about mother-son relationship: it will always be extra special.
Though I may not be physically there during your waking hours, I promise to be a good mother, reading to you your favourite books and kissing you on your forehead the "goodbyes" and "good nights".
I love you, son.
I really do.
"But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin."
- Mitch Albom, For One More Day
