Having been exposed to the skin industry since I was 12 years old thanks to my cosmetic dermatologist father, I’ve seen and used my fair share of products. My face is so accustomed to therapeutic… More
Recently, we went back to Malaysia to celebrate my dad’s 74th birthday, and of course to have a family holiday. One of the highlights of the trip, was a day out at Camp5 Indoor Climbing in 1Utama Shopping Centre.
At first, I was a little apprehensive letting Big Warrior have a go at it, as with previous experience, adventurous and her just didn’t do well together. She’s been much better and more willing to try new things this year, but I really didn’t want to push it. So the first time we went (with my sister and her kiddos), I let her and Little Warrior watch their cousins in action, and because they were both in skirts, they couldn’t join even if they wanted to. But watching their cousin having all the fun, they made me promise to bring them there again the next time. And I said okay.
So the day came for them to actually have a go. Big Warrior got to do it, but Little Warrior was apparently still too young for it. Minimum age was 4, and she was 3 3/4. Bleh. Oh well, she got to play at the elephant looking climbing rock thingy so it was still okay. We paid RM55 for a whole hour of fun (Try Climbing Session) for Big Warrior, equipped with all the necessary shoes and harness and guide.
The Elephant looking climbing thingy ;P
This is a snapshot of the page. More info on the session can be found here
The best thing about this place? The guide takes your kiddos out of your sight for almost an hour so you get to enjoy your cuppa without having to freight over how high your child is currently climbing at the moment. Out of sight, out of mind, you know? LOL.
Snapshot from their page. The walls that are covered in the Try Climbing Session
There were 6 of them for this session, so it ends by the climbers attempting the autowall next to the cafe. There, parents like me, get to finally witness their children in action. I was surprised at how eager she was climbing up the 12m high wall. I mean, being a waldorf child, it’s no surprise she’s done climbing (trees) before. She had some difficulties reaching the top and came down half way. As she made her way to my table, I could see she was slightly disappointed but kept up a brave front and just told me she wanted to have a rest and that she’s probably had enough climbing for the day. So I ordered ice cream for her, and when I brought it back to the table, I was surprised to find her gone. It was then I noticed she was again half way through to the top on the auto wall, this time with a guide next to her. Needless to say, I was very impressed with the amount of encouragement that was given by the guide (slightly regretful I didn’t manage to get the name of the guide). He didn’t have to waste more time entertaining kids you know, but the fact that he came back and encouraged Big Warrior to go up again, and climbing side by side her to show her the ropes (no pun intended LOL) and teaching her the best way to gage which steps to take and balance, I was absolutely grateful. In my life in Malaysia, never had I come across such enthusiasm and smiles when it came to customer service, and especially to a kid at that! Bravo to the people at Camp5!
All in all, we had a great day at Camp5. I highly recommend it to anyone who’s in town to drop by. Thank you Camp5 for giving my Big Warrior the day of her life. 🙂
Image credit: http://www.camp5.com
Camp5 Indoor Climbing
EZ501, 5th Floor
1 Utama Shopping Centre,
Bandar Utama, Damansara,
Petaling Jaya 47800
Phone: +603 7726 0410
Phone: +603 7726 0420
Fax: +603 7726 0210
Just being a few months shy of turning 35, I’m in sudden panic mode. Okay fine, not so sudden, in fact it’s been going on for a couple of months. Bleh.
You see, I’ve never really been one to waste precious time in front of the mirror, my make up and skincare regime all but takes me a whole 2 minutes. I didn’t even use to wash my face in the morning. My idea of a morning wash is wake up – brush teeth – splash water – wipe face – done. Add that helpful excuse of having 3 kids under 6, yeah, that routine kinda worked for me, and has worked for me for the past 6 years. The most I did was to add a slab of BB cream or foundation, and some eyeliner, that’s it. I don’t even use lipstick, moisturiser, or fragrance.
It doesn’t help that I actually grew up with skincare, because my father was a skincare doctor with a skincare business in Malaysia, and I actually helped out in the skincare manufacturing department for a few years before making the decision to be a full stay at home mom. So the importance of skincare shouldn’t be something new to me, but the advantage of being young back then hasn’t really made me see the crucial importance of it. But now I do. When age is catching up on me, now I finally do.
As of late, I find myself staring at the mirror longer and longer, and noticing how haggard and old-ish I’ve become. Bleh. So I decided to put more effort into my skin and lifestyle, especially after that loooooong pep talk from the husband about how I should learn how to let go and just live, instead of being so uptight about everything in life, but that’s a story for another day. It’s a rather inspiring story, I might add. LOL.
So like I said, I’ve decided to put more effort into taking care of myself, internally and externally to hopefully age gracefully. I mean I do welcome the notion of aging, but not to the point of just letting myself be a premature haggard old lady at 35! Nooooooooooooooo. Having said that, I’m not ready to take the plunge and do something drastic in attempt to look artificially young too you know, but then again who knows what the future holds? LOL. For now, I’m happy to just live a healthier lifestyle, and splurge on things that will help me look good (hopefully the husband isn’t reading this post and won’t focus on the word splurge).
Join me on my #unroyalbella journey and I’ll share my experience on the products I’m trying (what worked and what didn’t), or clothes I’m wearing, and the food I’m eating. All in the name of aging gracefully and living life to the fullest. 😉
Nestled amongst the valleys of the Snowy Mountains in New South Wales is the picturesque Thredbo Valley, home to the award winning Wildbrumby Schnapps distillery.
Image credit: Wildbrumby website
The 20 acre Wildbrumby estate boasts a Schnapps distillery, working organic raspberry farm, cellar and a quaint little cafe. The picturesque car journey there from Hill Top (where we stayed) itself was worth it. Lake Jindabyne was absolutely breathtaking, it was like we were transported to Switzerland.
Image credit: bookjindabyneaccommodation.com
The entrance to the estate was interesting. Austrian cowbells and horseshoes decorated weathered log fences, laser cut Wildbrumby signs proudly visible all around the vicinity, and the scenery surrounding the place is a sight to behold.
Think Sound of Music. I can totally picture Julie Andrews singing here, or perhaps the Mother singing “Climb every mountain”
The inside of the cafe was very quaint but cosy. The main feature was the state of the art German-built distillery pot in the middle of the rustic cafe. It’s where all the final distilling takes place. You can tell by their menu and setting that the distillery has some sort of Austrian heritage. There’s the Farmers Pfandi, Austrian Beef Goulash, Kessler, Austrian apple strudels (which is totally different from the Australian strudels), lemon gugglhupf, Schnappygato, just to name a few.
Their Toby Estate ice coffee that the Mr ordered was awesome as it was aromatic and smooth, and the kids thoroughly enjoyed their Bambino cones. My ice chocolate was decent but nothing to shout about. Unfortunately, we weren’t a fun of the apple strudels, I think we still prefer the usual Australian apple strudel. We did love the bacon from the brekkie plate. Lol.
Mommy had a bit of fun tasting most of the Schnapps while daddy took the responsible role of being sober. My favourite was the butterscotch and peach nectar.
Overall, it was a great experience for us. It’s rare that we get to enjoy a cuppa with the daddy without him being constantly on the phone busy with work. So we really treasured the moment.
I’d recommend everyone and anyone who is travelling to the Snowy Mountains to make the detour and visit this beautiful little place. We fell in love with the place, I’m sure most of you would too.
Wildbrumby Schnapps DistilleryCorner of Wollondibby Rd and the Alpine Way
Jindabyne NSW 2627 Australia
T 02 6457 1447 / F 02 6457 140
So, my hair has been breaking and falling ever since Littlest Warrior turned 4 months. After a month of unapproved leave from my Littlest charge, I finally got to have an hour off (Hooray for grandparents!) to go do something about the haystack on my head.
I am totally clueless about hair salons in Perth, and I don’t exactly fancy having my hair done here because as prejudice as it sounds, I don’t trust the locals with my hair. It’s true, Australian hairdressers just don’t know how to cut Asian hair. So I usually get my hair done whenever I’m in Kuala Lumpur.
But I really really really, like really needed a hair cut right now, and beggars can’t be choosers. After some research and recommendation by friends, it was down to between Tao or Hair and J&K Hair Salon. I decided to give the latter a try, just because it was easier to find parking compared to Tao. 🤣
It’s a few doors down from the Victoria Park woolies, so it was like, park at car park, walk 2 minutes and voila, you’re there!
Owned by a Korean couple Aron and Alice, the establishment began back in 2010/2011, and they were already in the field prior coming to Australia. So as far as experience goes, it’s pretty decent. The store front is nothing to shout about, the interior is typical but cosy. Two Korean ladies rushed to served me as I made my way in. One asked me for my bag and jacket so that she may stow it away for me, while the other ushered me straight to the basin for a hair wash prior to the cutting session.
As far as hair massage goes, it’s decent but again nothing compared to many salons in Malaysia. The lady who washed my hair was very smiley and friendly, so that’s a huge plus point in my books.
Anyway, I requested for Alice as she was most recommended according to my research. She was very attentive and eager to please. However, I had no idea what type of hairstyle I wanted so I gave her the green light to cut it however she wanted. I always like to give free reign to the person cutting my hair, because they should know best what cut would suit my face. I did tell her though, that I didn’t mind it pixie short if it suits me, just so that she knows the extend I’d be comfortable with the length of my hair.
Being the nice person she is, she asked me every time she was about to make changes to my hair, like how do i like my fringe, how do i like my hair parting, etc. I guess in a way, that reassures both parties that things are going on the right track. I would say that she’s the “safe” type of hairdresser. LOL.
Snip snip snip…
Can you see how dry my hair is? Are those dandruff??!!!?!?!? Yikes.
Forty five minutes later……….. and $45 poorer. I didn’t walk out of the door feeling like a million bucks due to the past few hectic husbandless days, but I did feel a million pounds lighter and a few years younger. LOL. Plus, I have actually been getting compliments about my new hair look, so I guess it’s a good sign? 😊
Operation Chop Hair complete
Would I go back? Yeah, I would, whenever I need a “safe” trim or haircut. But I think I might just have to give Tao a try the next time I want a more drastic hair makeover. 😉
J & K Hair Salon
440 Albany Highway,
Tel: (08) 9362 6795
Did the title of the blog catch your attention? Good, because that’s NOT the content of this blog post. LOL. But it is, however, a post for Mother’s Day. It’s a special day, so I thought it deserves a special once in a blue moon post. And just a heads up, things were honestly a little shitty, but definitely not the shittiest. Hahahaha
Not that I don’t enjoy blogging anymore, I do, but I can’t exactly justify why I would want to work my brain cells more when I could actually maybe perhaps hopefully get a tiny weeny bit of shut eye for that 30 minutes, which is how long I hope it will take me to finish this post.
The girls had a playmate over for dinner so they are quite entertained at the moment. Phew! So while I peacefully nurse Littlest Warrior to sleep in my room, I thought why the heck not post an update on my blog. I really have no idea how the blogger moms do it, I mean how do they find time?! Remember, this happened earlier, it’s not happening in real time.
So this happened. We had a whole day out visiting a friend, celebrated a birthday, came back to a toddler melt down session (and have no inkling whatsoever what she wanted), and a baby who is just wailing for you to put her to sleep, like right now. BREATHE IN….. ohmmmmmmm… BREATHE OUT. Yes I can totally handle this, no problem. It’s no big deal really, it happens almost every few days, some days more often than the others. So yeah, I got this. This too shall pass.
Image credit: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/thistooshallpass
Soooooo I quickly nursed Littlest Warrior and while she’s groggy, I gently put her down and pray that she would soothe herself to sleep. Hah! Fat chance. But okay nevermind, she did eventually get to sleep after that. So I dash to Little Warrior who is just having a melt down outside the room. She’s just over exhausted from the long day out (I know, bad bad mommy), and she’s just woken up from a nap in the car and is cranky. She’s so worked up that she doesn’t know what she wants anymore. But hey, that’s okay because let’s remind ourselves that toddlers are still trying to control their emotions, and obviously this one here hasn’t exactly found a way to keep it under control yet. But mommy’s here so everything will be okay. Somehow I am calm and collected. I embraced her, and held her for a whole freaking 20 minutes, just staying there silently while whispering “I love you, mommy’s right here” and hugging her tight while she bawled her eyes out. And while I was consoling her, I smelt it. But try telling a cranky toddler that mommy is about to pass out from smelling her poo for 20 minutes, most likely she isn’t going to get it. So I decided to man it up, hugged her for as long as she needed to calm down, and just pray I don’t faint from the pungeant smell that was filling my nose. This too shall pass, I tell myself.
20 minutes finally passed and she was just down to hiccups. So I gently told her that we had to go wash her bum bum, otherwise there might be worms there that’s going to crawl into her bum (I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures). So she goes but she still cries, like she wants to go wash it but she’s too cranky to go get it wash. Toddlers, they are really a totally different ballgame from you and I). But we did get there in the end, all washed and cleaned. 😊
We go to the room, because we both knew that she was overstimulated, but tired. Of course sleep was the last thing on her mind. So like any sane mother, I gave her a dose of homeopathic Chamomile, and hope that will help her to settle. She whines and wakes her littlest sister up. Great, now I have to place Littlest Warrior on to my chest and hold her with my left arm, and cuddle Little Warrior with the other arm. Half way through trying to put both to bed, she looks up to me with puffy puppy eyes and said, “mommy, can we go out? I want to eat the noodles [Big Warrior] was eating.” So, off we went, out to the dining hall for dinner, and you know what? By the end of it all, my beautiful sunshine of a daughter did finally got herself together. She finished her dinner and went on to play with her eldest sister Big Warrior, and her friend Harry, whom I am so grateful for being with us tonight, because at least he kept Big Warrior occupied. One less kid to worry about 😅😅
It might have been the chamomile, it might have been the calm, gentle and constant cuddles that helped. Either way, I’m glad it’s finally past.
And that’s how I spend Mothers’ Day eve, folks! And truth be told, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because days like these ground me as a mother. It makes me believe in my capabilities of mothering my children and being superwoman at the same time. Let’s face it, balancing a baby on your chest with one arm, making sure she is suckling the boobs without falling off, and cuddling your other octopus, oops I mean cranky toddler with the other, is no joke I seriously thought I was superwoman. And to top it off, I was calm! Woo hoo, I’m awesome! *yes I’m feeling crazy at the moment*
Don’t get me wrong, most days my warriors are absolutely wonderful and just amazing little human beings. But I just wanted to share with fellow mommies (especially the new moms) some of my moments where not everything is perfect, and that it is okay that your Mother’s Day hasn’t been perfect. Mine wasn’t perfect on so many levels, but it was still perfect to me because although it was kinda shitty, I learned how to love my children even more through these imperfect times. And because I’m at peace with it, it is somehow a perfect Mothers’ Day eve for me. Oh, not to forget, getting showered with gifts from the children helped make it perfect too. ;p
Remember, this too shall pass. They will grow up, move out and have a family of their own. And then, you’d wish to have more shitty days like these than none at all.
Well, that’s all for now, happy Mother’s Day to us mom! 😊
P/s: for the record, this post took 38 minutes to finish so please excuse my grammatical errors, as I have no intentions to reread it and amend anything 😝
Side note: Head over to SedapPlace to see how you can support for a good cause this Mothers’ Day in Perth!
Nestled among the Australian bushland in the middle of nowhere, I mean Toodjay, is the lovely 300 acre Boshack Outback farmstay.
The farm land itself is filled with picturesque scenes that you usually only get to see in documentaries and movies.
On the way to Boshack, with just rows and rows of meadows and bushland
We arrived pretty late in the afternoon on our first day so we went straight to dinner and then bed. Nothing much to brag about. However, the next day was totally awesome!
It’s not everyday one gets to sleep under a million stars, only to wake up to a million dollar view
As we stayed at the Lakeside Glamper, we were greeted with a stunning morning view of the lake. Don’t worry, they have a system nearby to actually keep the lake’s water level under control. And apparently it used to be a road along of the middle of the lake, but as time went by, water started rising from the ground so much so that it eventually became a lake. Isn’t that interesting?
The Lakeside Glamper was too huge for me to take a picture, but I managed to snap a pic of the tin sheds next to our glamper
We managed to do a mini-tour within the farm since it was such a beautiful sunny day. We got to feed the horses upclose, chase the chickens, geese and guinea fowls around, marron netting, fish netting, eggs collecting, dreamtime walking, boomberang throwing, and water divining. Wow, that was a mouthful. And unfortunately I didn’t get to snap pictures of everything we did, because you know, I was kinda excited myself to try out everything. LOL
The main dining room
Right outside the main dining area
Tree climbing was an awesome experience for the kids
Chicken chasing and eggs collecting!
A walk through the Dreamtime trail… learning about the bushland’s history and having a feel of the Paperbark tree
Getting onto the rustic trailer for the bestest bumpity ride ever!
Our first taste of Marrons and the hubs got to try his hands on catching them!
We also tried canoeing. This silly city mom didn’t know how to steer the canoe and almost got everyone stuck in the middle of the lake. LOL
We also forgot to take a picture of the toilets and shower, which were one of the highlights of the trip. So I’m crediting letmebefreeblog for her photo instead.
Outside toilets and open roof showers. And you’ll need a torchlight to get there during night time
All and all, it was a great trip. We couldn’t take any pictures of the amazing night sky filled with millions of stars. They were so clear and looked so close to earth, it was literally breathtaking.
Thank you for such a wonderful experience, Boshack! We’ll definitely be back!
I have a confession: I’m addicted to babywearing. Okay, so maybe I have more than one confession to make. I’m also addicted to the wraps and carriers that come with love for baby wearing.
Although I don’t own as many as I would like, and definitely not as many as other addicts I know from the babywearing mommy groups that I’m part of, I still own more than one, which in my hubby’s opinion makes me an addict. The real addicts probably have close to 20 wraps or carrier per mom, whereas I only have 5. LOL. Yes, Mr husband is rolling his eyes at me now. Apparently it’s a hard thing to grasp as to why I need more than a wrap/ carrier. (What? I need different ones to match my clothes, of course. 😝)
Well, he can roll his eyes all he wants. We both know that he loves babywearing his babies too, so I think that’s why he lets me get away with my babywear indulgence. Haha. (Btw, I love you hubby 😊)
That;s him babywearing Big Warrior in Taiwan when she was 9 months old
There are are so many reasons to love babywearing. Here’s my top 10:
#1. Your baby gets to stay close to you
They don’t call it the fourth trimester for no reason. Infants are meant to stay close to their parents, and be held or carried as often as possible. No, carrying them all the time isn’t going to spoil them (Little Warrior weaned herself off the carrier by 1 1/2). Babywearing gives you the perks of being able to kiss and smell your baby as frequently as you like. Definitely a plus point for me as I LOVE to kiss and smell my babies. It’s like my Rescue Remedy, the act of it calms me down.
Littlest Warrior in a Soul Sling Lotus Ring Sling at 4 weeks old [Photo credit: Collaboration with Light]
Need to cook dinner? Go to the toilet while at the mall? Go mountain hiking? No worries, just wear your baby and you’re hands free and good to go! I can’t recall how many times babywearing saved my sanity. I’m literally on the go with all my kids because I would go insane staying at home the whole day. I also get to breastfeed while attending to my older kids or when I’m out and about. And the best thing about it, usually no one notices you breastfeeding your child when they’re in a wrap or carrier.
My 5 year old trusty Jumpsac Baby Ballerina Carrier for my all my travels (first pic: Big Warrior at 10 months old in Taiwan/ second pic: Little Warrior at 6 months Perth)
#3. Babywearing = peace & quiet
I can’t begin to tell you how many times people have asked me why I have such quiet and wonderful babies who sleep through dinner dates and shopping trips. I’ll let you in on a secret. Babywearing. Simple as that. The rocking motion that the baby gets from being carried while you walk lulls them to sleep. The tightness of the wrap around their little bodies gives them security and reminds them of their time in the womb where they’re safe and sound. Even if they aren’t asleep, they’d be happily exploring the world quietly and contentedly in the comfort of a wrap.
Littlest Warrior at 6 weeks old in one of the prettiest wrap I’ve ever owned, the Kokadi Marie Im Wunderland
#4. Babies are cuter in a wrap
I’ve lost count on the times I get stopped by a passerby commenting on how adorable and lovely my babies look all snuggled in a wrap. Let’s face it. Babywearing turns heads. Babies look almost angelic when in a wrap because they’re calm and happy. And sometimes their lips are “squished” in such a way that make them irresistibly cute, like literally Anne Geddes babies kinda cute. LOL
Please ignore the less than appetising public toilet background. LOL. But doesn’t Littlest Warrior look simply divine?? *cue in the “aaahhhhhhhh*
#5. Babywearing moms are absolutely beautiful and babywearing dads totally rock
Maybe I’m bias, maybe I’m not. LOL. Babywearing parents look absolutely amazing wearing their babies. More so when you have a beautiful carrier on. I reckon there’s nothing more manly than a babywearing dad. They portray confidence because they aren’t afraid of how society might judge them for sporting a baby wrapped around their chest. And that’s one of the reason’s why I adore my husband. He isn’t one to shy away wearing his babies in public just because the carriers and wraps I have aren’t exactly in manly colours.
#6. It prevents kidnapping! (and secretly keeps Aunty Petunia from smothering the baby with slobbery kisses)
I’m not kidding with this one. There’s absolutely zero chances of anyone kidnapping your child when they’re literally strapped up onto your body. Well, they technically could still kidnap you, if they were willing to kidnap you together with the baby. But I doubt anyone would want to go to that extend. It makes more sense for them to move to their next little target who might be laying down quietly in a pram. Having a baby wrapped closely on to your chest also helps prevent unwanted hands, mouths, and breaths away from your precious little one. I always make sure to wear my babies when attending family functions and social gatherings. You’ll never know when some inconsiderate person with no common sense might just think it’s okay to carry your babies or kiss them right after a cigarette puffing session. Trust me, even people with a PHD, or doctor’s degree can forget their common sense when there’s a baby involved. *roll eyes*
My first experience with babywearing was with a Peanut Shell sling. I noticed people tend to be less invasive with the baby when she’s being carried in a wrap/carrier/sling.
#8. It’s indirectly a workout for your whole body
It’s like doing squats or crunches while standing up. Why? Because you’re constantly carrying weight, and are forced to tuck in your tummy all the time. The weight of the baby is more balanced throughout your body if you wear a carrier or a wrap, compared to a one-sided sling.
#9. No bulky strollers. Yay!
Have you ever noticed how much preparation goes into bringing a baby out? Nappies, extra clothes, bottles and what not if you’re using formula or expressed milk, wet wipes, change mats, etc. Those would have taken up the size of a decently huge baby bag. And then there’s the stroller. Once you’ve parked your car, you’d have to open the boot, lug out the stroller, open it, open the car door, take the baby out and strap the baby on. Oh, don’t forget to put a blankie for the baby. Now imagine you’re a babywearing mama. Once you’ve parked the car, you’d open the car door, put on your carrier or wrap (which is really lightweight), and put your baby in. You’re hands free! And you’d have hands to push a shopping trolley for groceries, a task which would prove to be quite difficult for a stroller mom. You can’t well be pushing a stroller and a shopping cart with just 2 hands, can you?
Little Warrior in my first woven wrap, the Ellevil Paisley in Blue
#10. Babies get to see the world from a better angle
Have you ever stopped and imagine how a child feels being so small? If you haven’t, try squatting down while talking to your partner. You’ll understand how belittle and frustrating it gets sometimes to have to constantly look up at someone while talking. That’s how children feel, especially when they are being lectured at or talked to. It makes a big difference if we were to stoop down to their level when talking to them, or bring them up to our eye level when we engage with them. So instead of exploring the world from below (where it’s usually a sea of legs and feet and toes, and dogs), they get to appreciate their surroundings through your angle.
Left pic: My failed selfie with Little Warrior in my Ergo Petunia Picklebottom Carrier/ Right pic: Little Warrior in my Jumpcsac baby
Babywearing has been an extremely amazing experience for me, so much so that I’m now a proud babywearing advocate. It played such an important role in my attachment parenting journey. Gone were the days of insecurity as a first time mom, where I was constantly told to ignore my baby’s cry, and to not hold them so often for the fear of overdependency. Call me a hippie mom for all you like, I now co-sleep with all my children, I wear my newborn all the time, I hold them close whenever they need me to. Babywearing has taught me so much. I’m sure I will still find new things to learn as a parent of three, but one thing I’ve learnt that has proven to be invaluable, is that babywearing is the best thing you could ever do for your child. They get to feel you close and hear your heartbeat, that’s all a newborn wants, and that’s the best gift you could ever give them – YOU.
Today is the first day of playgroup at Steiner for Little Warrior. She’s been waiting forever for this day. Having seen Big Warrior go in to class day in and day out, she’s often asked me when it would be her turn to be a big girl and go to school. Well, today is the day. 😊
While other kids are learning their ABCs and 123s, Little Warrior is learning about the world, through interacting with Mother Nature and listening to story time. And that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy learning the necessary human survival skills, that she might not necessarily use per se, but those traits are what will set her apart from the rest of her robotic peers. She gets to plant gardens and pick flowers, and find out how to work with Mother Nature and appreciate her beauty and resources. She gets to walk barefooted, climb trees, and occasionally get a glimpse of wildlife in the school’s backyard as we are fortunate enough to be surrounded by bushland. Like today, we had a beautiful owl visit us at the playgroup garden. It’s not everyday that one gets to see a wild owl upclose and personal. What an amazing experience for us!
She doesn’t know her multiplication times table, nor can she write her own name yet, but that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy playing and learning more relevant things like how society works by interacting freely with her peers. They engage in a world of free play where they dictate how the playing goes, where it happens, and who gets to be involved in it. There’s no social pressure on how she’s suppose to be, what she’s suppose to say, or who’s she suppose to maintain good relationships with. She learns how to socialise and be part of a community without unnecessary social influences. She does chores, and learn how to work as a team with her playmates. She gets to learn how to make decisions pertaining to her life from an early age, instead of being helicoptered and told what to do all the time. She gets to learn that every action comes with a reaction, so the next time she knows what to expect when she does something.
She doesn’t know her written ABCs yet, and she can’t recognise 123s, even though she can communicate as fluently as a 2 year old should. And that’s okay too. She learns how to express herself and be confident with her voice. She sings and says blessings. She learns about empathy and sees the goodness in the world. She will learn to appreciate mothers, fathers, and educators alike, because she will see with her own eyes how everyone respects each other at playgroup despite their age, financial background, and race differences.
Sure, academic education is important. However, I think education about the self and play is equally important. If you don’t know how to be comfortable with your own skin, and be confident with your ability to make decisions, then you won’t go far. So many of our younger generations aren’t equipped enough to go against the tide and think outside the box, and just be different. Our current society is raising a future generation of robots, teens and young adults who follow the herd and do not question what is being taught. Do we really want that for our children? I don’t. I really don’t.
I’m prepared to face the insanity of having to reason with my 2 year old on why we don’t run around naked when outside the house, or teach my 5 year old all the proper names of her body so that she’s aware that nobody is allowed to touch her sacred body parts without her consent. I teach them to say no to hugs or kisses when they’re not up for it, even if it’s us or the grandparents asking. I teach them that it’s okay to say they don’t like certain food, as long as they’ve tried at least once. And I tell them it’s okay to reason with us if they feel the need to voice out their opinions.
There are so many things worthy of learning that aren’t academic. Little Warrior, like her sister Big Warrior, will not be officially educated in the academic sense until she turns 7 according to the Steiner system. I’m totally okay with it, proud even, because I know that like her sister, she will thrive and blossom into a wonderful little human being when the time comes.
This womb has carried 3 miracles, yet it doesn’t get easier each time.
10 days post-partum, baby’s out, belly’s gone, but there’s a feeling of emptiness that lingers. Like something’s missing within you. You begin to miss that occasional kicks and punches to your bladder. And the gentle stretches that protrudes out like waves across your belly. Unconsciously, you still place your hands on your now-flatten belly, only to realise that there’s no longer a bulging watermelon there. And that the watermelon is now a beautiful baby girl lying next to you on the bed. ❤️❤️❤️
If ever i had to leave myself anything valuable to get me through motherhood, it would be a lifetime reminder letter to myself. And it goes like this…
As much as you try to be Superwoman and be there for everyone, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who went through hours of painful labour and unexpected birth injuries. It’s hard to put up a strong front when you’re mentally and physically exhausted from it all.
You may feel like you’re neglecting your other children. You’re not. Because despite how much time you try to spend with your children to prevent them from feeling inadequate compared to the newborn, there’s only so much you can give before you run out of energy. There’s only so much time you can spare before you have no more time for yourself. There’s only so much love you can offer before you are left with an empty cup. So take care and love yourself first, only then you will have the strength to take care and love those around you.
As much as you try to be Wonderwoman and keep your house sparkly clean and everything organised, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who is going through sleepless nights to care for a newborn baby. It’s hard enough not to fall asleep standing during the day, and it’s definitely hard to move around without waddling like a penguin because of your sore bum and tummy.
You might feel as if you’re not pulling your weight at home. You’re not. Because no matter how you try to keep the house as neatly as possible, it’s mission impossible with a child and a toddler who LOVE to make a mess. There’re only so many times you can pack until you go crazy. There’s only so much energy you have to nag and move around, until you burst open your dams (and not to mention, stitches) trying to keep everything in order. Then you end up being a mess yourself, and needing more time to heal from the added injuries. So let it go, and go easy on yourself, only then you will be able to enjoy the new addition in the family and keep the household in harmony.
As much as you try to be Catwoman and get back into that awesome body shape, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who’s had her tummy stretched, her back strained, and her insides jumbled up to accommodate a little growing miracle. It will be hard to go back to your pre-pregnancy weight and body with all the stretching and straining.
So instead of feeling down and ashamed that you haven’t bounced back in to shape like Heidi Klum through unrealistic (and need I mention, unhealthy) diets and postpartum exercise, you should embrace it, stretch marks, flabbiness and all. Your “battle scars” are what makes you a mother, a provider of life. For goodness sake, you had to carry a little being inside of you for nine whole months. But hell, it was worth it. The moment you get to hold that tiny little baby in your arms, you know it was all worth it.
Remind yourself, that it’s okay to feel weak, it’s okay to feel lazy. It’s okay to feel like you just want to get away from it all, shut the door and just lie in bed and sleep 24/7. It’s okay to feel that for the moment (and perhaps many more), that your newborn baby is your world, that you wish you could just focus on nothing but her. It’s okay sometimes to just say, “f*** it”, because you’re only human.
Surround yourself with with positive people and supportive family and friends. There’s no better way to get through motherhood than to have people who love and care for you, such as your mom and husband. They will be your biggest support group.
Appreciate your mom more, she’s not getting any younger yet she still offers to help take care and cook for you for one whole month. She busies herself the whole day just so that you can lie in and rest more, and you’ll notice that she tires more easily than previously. Yet, she’s still here for you and doing the best she can so that you have it easier. There’s no love that is more selfless than a mother’s love (thank you and I love you mom).
Love your husband more, because without him you wouldn’t be getting through motherhood as blessed as you always had it. He cries when you’re in pain, he breathes for you when you’re in labour, he smiles for you when you’re having your baby blues, he compliments you when you’re feeling “unpretty”, he bends down on one knee to help you get dressed, and he keeps you sane when you’re overwhelmed with, well, everything. There’s no love more comforting than a husband’s love (I love you, and I’d still choose you in a heartbeat for all my next lifetimes to come)
Treasure your children more. They have been nothing but amazing lovely little beings. They’ve been self entertaining for the past whole week to allow you resting time since you brought back “Nemo” into the family. They’ve been more than understanding when Nemo’s cries could be heard throughout the night, they slept through it all LOL. Even though you will have a slight challenge when it comes to Little Warrior no longer being the “youngest in the family”, this too shall pass. She just needs some time to adjust, and she will get through it like she has now. There’s no love more genuine and pure than a child’s love. (You my children are my greatest pride and joy, and you will always be my greatest achievement. I will always love you all to the moon and back)
Lastly, love yourself more. You have more than shown your worth, by being… just a mom. Listen to your heart when it tells you to love yourself first. Enjoy time to yourself and “Nemo” when your mom tells you to just focus on recovery, baby and nothing else. Be grateful when your children tells you they love you and they adore their little sister. Let them help you get up, and fuss over your “sore bum and tummy” because it’s okay to be loved. Most importantly, believe it when your husband tells you that you are worth it, because despite your scars and “wear and tear”, YOU ARE WORTH IT.
Lots of love,