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The flip side of the coin of mummyhood


I had to write this to remind me of life and it’s reality. The twists and turns and flip side of coins. The other day, I was reminded of this fact more than ever.

I was talking with a few acquaintances that I have not seen for a while. She asked me of my plan. And I told him I am starting my PhD this year. What will happen to your child? Well, maybe I will put him in pre-school since he’s going to be 3 this year.

And than I saw it. That flicker of disdain. That shrug of disbelief. That eye signal that means ‘ah, one of thoooose woman’. It hit me with a pang. I knew it all too well. Because I was one of those woman before. The judgy, self-righteous mummy.

Having been on that side of the coin, I knew all too well what she was thinking. How could this ungrateful mom leave her child to pursue her dream? What a selfish mom!

I’ll tell you the background story of this woman that I know for a few years now. She struggled to conceive. Everyday she dreamed of cuddling a child of her own. In her desire, her dream, her frustration – of course she could not imagine why somebody, after having their own child, would want to leave them. And of course it was easier for her to judge.

Her story is not so different from mine. I struggled to conceive for years. And when I did, I lost my first pregnancy. And when I gave birth to my rainbow baby (a term used to call a child that is born after a loss/miscarriage) – like her, I could not imagine for the life of me to leave this precious child. My mind, my heart, my soul was wired to just be with this child that I had wanted and prayed for so earnestly for years. And because of that, I am blindsided to other side of the coin. In my own tunnel-vision, I could not understand other mother’s situation. I became a judgy, self-righteous mum. I thought all mum must think like me, be like me, and behave just like me.

Stupid, I know. And at time, cruel too. Because mums, they came in many colour, many shapes, many stories. Some do came with a story like mine. So it’s easier for me to identify with them. But some came with other story. Some came with challenge of work commitment. Some with being the sole-earner. Some with their own responsibility to the community. Some with a special-needs child. Every mum is different. And everyone of them is amazing.

For at the core of all mums, despite the differences in their stories, they only want one thing and one thing only – to do the best for their child.

Although I knew her and her situation – I still felt hurt by her reaction. I guess this is Allah’s way of showing me this must how all the other mothers felt when I said/do something out of my self-righteousness before. I apologise to all the mothers that I used to judge in my own ignorance. It certainly is easier to judge from our own self-constructed pedestal – but it sure doesn’t feel good at the receiving end.

I think we all women must really work harder at being kind to each other. It’s easy to judge, it’s harder to understand. It’s easy to flock with like-minded people and gossip and spew hatred towards people who are different than us. It’s harder to be with those like-minded folks and say – hey wait a minute, let’s pause and think – what is their story?

We really should start learning how to listen, really listen to other people’s story.


Cats and mummy-meltdown.



So last month, we adopted 3 cats into our family. Mummy cat, Scooby (original name) and her 2 kittens, (Pinki and Blacki, named by Zayd). I have been thinking about getting a cat for Zayd for quite some time because he really loves cats. Ever since he can walk, he’s been chasing cats everywhere! And he loved playing with Angela, a kitten Pak Long rescued at his atuk’s and nenek’s place. So I have been looking everywhere for cats for adoption. And I found a perfect one!

Not one but 3 white cats! A mummy cat and 2 cute little kittens who are still breastfeeding. What a perfect addition to our family! *this is mummy in her over-confident eager-beaver mode. If I can go back in time I will definitely like kick her in the butt :P*

Zul has tried to warn me about getting a cat with 2 kittens! He mentioned that it would be an added work on top of Zayd and housework and oh yes, starting a PhD! But do I listen? Noooo..

So well, I was really excited at first. Seeing Zayd’s face light up when he first saw the cats in the morning. Watching him play with the cats with such joy. We made hand-made toys for the cats. Laughed at their antics. A few days all was great..and then it hits!

I hate cleaning after the cats! Ok, more about crazy-mummy-Z, I can be quite obsessive about cleaning. This is not a very good trait, I admit – and the one that I am trying to keep within control. But maaaann, having all these extra hair, extra poop, extra everything to clean took a lot out of me. So naturally, I had another one of my infamous ‘mummy-meltdown’ T.T

And my darling husband, father of my child, the angel Allah sent from above to take care of my flaky, flaky self had to take it all. Sorry hubby! ehehe. After a while, thing calmed down. And I think I can do this having a cat again. But there are days I am all, err are we sure about this again?

This whole episode with the cat made me realised that this is one of the aspect of parenting. As your child grow up, and their needs and wants increase outside the realm of mummy and daddy – we as parents need to make adjustments. We might not be able to keep things as we like them to be. We might need to let go of certain things to make space for our child. We need to constantly change. Constantly adapt. Constantly grow with our child.

So, as for now, I am still on-the-fence with the whole cat thing. But I decided to take it one day at a time. Just in case we will let go of the cat, I told Zayd that sometimes the cats might need to go to other house to visit their other families and other pets will come to visit our family just so he won’t be too attached to the cats.

Oh well, the things parents told their child..*sigh