a mom's chronicle - the pains of being a mom

As you grow, you've become more active. not only greeting us with your sweet "hallo!" when we come home but you'd also be jumping around laughing with glee. It always makes us smile. Your uncle has become your best buddy and you do boy games such as boxing and wrestling. As such, you also treat us that way and sometimes while lying quietly on the sofa, you would attack us by jumping over us again and again and climbing on our torso, our chest, our head and our face even. But you haven't gotten the notion of your weight so imagine a little bubbly thing weighing 15 kilos jumping all over us. We are, after all, human and not cement so it can physically hurt us sometimes. You also don't like it when your daddy and I are cuddling and smootching. You'd try to tear us apart while protesting noisily. You'd jump in between us and push our faces away.

yesterday evening, you saw us smootching again and you ran to the bed and basically jumped on my face to separate your dad and I. It really hurt so we were scolding you and offended, you were gonna leave us so you moved your chunky legs to go down the bed but you hit me on the nose at the same time. It was like someone giving me an upper cut on the nose area so it was so d*mn painful, I was doubled-up in pain. Then slowly, I felt something trickle down my nose and I knew it was really bad... yup! it was blood. Hubby immediately went to get a cold pack and I went to the toilet to get some tissue. I applied the cold pack while feeling my nose to see if anything is broken but thank God it was just the shock. It felt very tender but not broken so I relaxed a bit. I twitched though everytime something approaches my nose. I was just looking at you speechless. I did not give you a hug for a while so that you would know that you did something bad and was scolding you once more. But come early morning, I was hugging you tight again. It's still sore this morning and I tried to limit my hobby of bogey removal from my nose (hehehe). Am still waiting if there would be like a bruise mark or something but am lucky till now.

In retrospect, I was not really angry coz I knew you do not understand what you did. And I sort of accept the fact that this is what motherhood is all about. I write this as a memoir of your childhood and what you put us through. But one thing for sure, despite all these things happening, you are my son and I will always be your MOM.