Being a mother.
I see my mum, my friends, and I marvel at the pain and pressure points you have to go through.
I know I caused my mum a lot of heartbreak and tears over the years. I don’t know how she keeps sane. She worried, fretted, and does so even now, of course, sometimes calling me up to ask me about the weirdest things at the worst of times. She cares. I know it. I am nearing ElderShield age (they so need to rebrand this.) And she still calls to ask, albeit at the most importunate of moments and times.
What does she ask? About whether I have enough saved as my apartment appears to be ready early next year, and the calls came fast and furious during work hours. Whether I am eating enough, praying enough, if things are okay, what plans we have…
It’s scary to have family or friends call you repeatedly at any time. You fear the worst! But I know she’s just being concerned.
Funny bit about us :the ngoh hiang dish features very prominently in my family. We make this for the people we love (but also because it just tastes damned shiok la) but hers is still the best (I made so tweaks to her recipe, which I may share some day.) She kept offering to pass me that all the time I meet her for meals the past few months; The SO even joked she’s a ngoh hiang factory. 🙂
But I know. It’s one of her ways of showing love.
Love you too, Mummy. Thank you for always being there.
And to my friends out there who are mummies, Happy Mother’s Day.