Gerard has turned 1! How time flies. I vividly remember myself sitting by the window humming nursery tunes, cradling Gerard in my arms and waiting for Edmund to come home from work. At night, I had to rock him to sleep in my arms and walked around the apartment singing a "self-composed" lullaby. But now, my little baby gives me a hug when he knows I'm sad, watches nursery rhymes on You-Tube, waves goodbye to his daddy in the morning when he leaves for work and at night, snuggles beside me waiting for me to sing our "goodnight song" before falling asleep.
Being a mum for the past one year has transformed me. Whenever I took a plane, I used to pray that that there would not be any baby near where I was sitting. If I saw one, I would curse my luck (or the ground staff who allocated my seat). I thought crying babies or toddlers are a noise pollution and their parents should just stick a tape on their mouths and bring them home. I used to think why my friends wanted to go home to spend time with their children instead of getting a drink to unwind after a hard day's work. I also could not understand why women instead of their husbands take leave from work when their kids are sick. Well, I do now. I pity parents who are desperately trying to pacify their crying babies. What noise pollution? I can't hear anything. I have a whole new load of patience towards babies and children which I thought it never existed. It is a total paradigm shift.
In the year of 2009, I see more changes coming. We are moving back to Singapore at the end of January. Need to get used to a new environment, although I'm confident that it won't be too much of a problem. One thing for sure, I will miss Copenhagen because it is where Gerard and I "grew up" together. I will not trade what I have experienced here for any other things if I were given another chance to choose again.
Being a mum for the past one year has transformed me. Whenever I took a plane, I used to pray that that there would not be any baby near where I was sitting. If I saw one, I would curse my luck (or the ground staff who allocated my seat). I thought crying babies or toddlers are a noise pollution and their parents should just stick a tape on their mouths and bring them home. I used to think why my friends wanted to go home to spend time with their children instead of getting a drink to unwind after a hard day's work. I also could not understand why women instead of their husbands take leave from work when their kids are sick. Well, I do now. I pity parents who are desperately trying to pacify their crying babies. What noise pollution? I can't hear anything. I have a whole new load of patience towards babies and children which I thought it never existed. It is a total paradigm shift.
In the year of 2009, I see more changes coming. We are moving back to Singapore at the end of January. Need to get used to a new environment, although I'm confident that it won't be too much of a problem. One thing for sure, I will miss Copenhagen because it is where Gerard and I "grew up" together. I will not trade what I have experienced here for any other things if I were given another chance to choose again.
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