I had just finished replying my backlog of emails before starting on this much-delayed blog update. My mind is so alert now, that I just had to download some info into another ‘CPU’.
I was browsing through some photos of my kids when they were in their toddler stage. Time really flies and seriously, there were times that I hope I can have another infant/toddler to play with. But then again, reality struck almost immediately, and I quickly came back to my senses. I think at this time and age, 2 is really a good number. And I thank God that I’m able to experience motherhood to a boy and a girl. They are really 2 different experiences all in all.
George is growing up very quickly, in his height, speech, behaviour and thinking. There are times when I could really stike a decent and sensical conversation with him. He’s curious of signboards and people nowadays. For e.g. there are many encounters whereby I tried explaining the ‘No Smoking’ sign, ‘No food and drinks’ sign, ‘GIve up your seat to elderly and children’ sign, ‘Do not turn left/right’ sign for vehicles, ‘Dead-end’ road sign… just to mention a few. And he’ll always end with a big ‘Why?’ I mean, how do you explain what’s smoking to a mere coming to 4 yrs old kid? Will he or will he not understand what’s nicotine, what’s cigarette and stuff?
He’s also becoming more conscious of the boundary between a boy and a girl. We’ve also tried explaining that boys and girls have differences, and there are times whereby they can’t do certain things tog. For e.g., there are several times when he wants to bathe with me, and I have to say no. Therefore, recently, he began to be very against the idea of me accompanying him to the toilet. I remembered there’s one time he quickly ran to the toilet and locked the door when he had to pee. Being the anxious mum, worrying that he may trip over something in the loo, or perhaps wet his pants, I stood at the door and kept asking him to open, nagging at him to unlock the door, reminding him to flush the toilet bowl, asking him to ‘aim’ properly, and making sure he washed his hands. All I remembered is he kept saying, ‘Mummy, don’t come in! Girl girl cannot see boy boy shh shh… You don’t peek ok!’
Frankly speaking, I do feel a bit ‘rejected’… The boy who once needed your help to do everything, can now finally do something without your interference. He has indeed grown up… and I hope one of these days when he has entered into adolescence and is spending most of his time in front of the laptop, surfing the net, chatting with his friends, he won’t shoo me away with ‘Mummy, don’t peek ok!’
I know I’m just being sentimental here. After all, that will be 10-20 yrs down the road. It must be the night breeze… Time to go to sleep..
