Mother's day is around the corner. Sometimes it still left me breathless about my not so new responsibilities. Like last Sunday, with Ate A was out, I took care of the two girls one after the other. I usually do this every Sunday. But that particular day, everything seemed to go haywire. Bebi A squiggling as I try to clean her. Dawter T not listening when I cried for help to turn the water off. And that scared me to oblivion.
Pre was chanting, "Patience, patience, patience".
I was panicking deep inside.
I have always wanted to be the perfect, hmmm, near perfect mom. The one who can multitask. The one like Mrs. Incredible? Or Mrs. Superwoman?
Being a mother is tough job. Tougher than my IT job.
Let's thank our mothers. For the pain of childbirth.
Let's apologize. For all the pains we've caused.
Let's love them more. For no reason at all.
Pre was chanting, "Patience, patience, patience".
I was panicking deep inside.
I have always wanted to be the perfect, hmmm, near perfect mom. The one who can multitask. The one like Mrs. Incredible? Or Mrs. Superwoman?
Being a mother is tough job. Tougher than my IT job.
Let's thank our mothers. For the pain of childbirth.
Let's apologize. For all the pains we've caused.
Let's love them more. For no reason at all.
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