I look at her, and she’s gorgeous and she makes my heart smile. But sometimes, there’s a particular kind of terror that grips my heart because she’s growing up so quickly. When it was just her and only her, we could note every little difference. We relished each new word learnt, each new concept grasped. But now that we are Four, there are days I feel I miss whole chunks, whole spaces of time where I can look at my firstborn and really see her. The missing of minute changes and whispers of growing. The realisation sometimes stops me in my tracks like a heart twinge.
She is worth drinking in and getting to know. She is funny and kind and obedient. She draws great chocolate cakes. Her sensitivity to criticism is the same sensitivity to someone else’s plight. She feels deeply, loves unreservedly, and acts without guile. She is still an innocent. There is very little hardness of heart. I understand why Jesus pointed out to girls like her and suggested that grown-ups could learn a thing or three from them.
I come from a much smaller island-city-state-country called Singapore. I’ve been setting down roots in Australia since 2003. I love both countries immensely.
In 1986, I became a writer.
In 2002, a blogger.
In 2004, a wife.
In 2011, a mother.
Somewhere in amongst all that, I did event and conference management, public relations, marketing, and online communications for over a decade. I’m currently a freelance web manager for a modern dance school, a part-time Communications and Marketing Manager, a part-time writer, and a part-time stay-at-home mother. I don’t sleep much.
I write about being a Chinese Singaporean and choosing to live in Canberra. I write about being a Christian, a mother, a wife, a woman. I write about discovering joy - in the everyday, in the grand scheme of things, in the sun and in the storm.
26 June 2016 at 11:41 am
She sounds like such a smart and empathetic little girl. I loved all of these photos, and think it is great she was so thoroughly celebrated! She is adorable.