For Comfort

One would fall asleep twirling a string. It would most likely be the string from the bolster. The string would get tangled up among the toes. Funny way to sleep. I still remember being asked bashingly to untangle a knot when you were younger.

Another would hold a hand or better still, an elbow to sleep. It sometimes shocked the person next to you when your little hand would sleepily reach out and almost tickle as you felt for the bit of comfort. Another funny habit but fun too.

Then there is the one who had to have something soft and that sort of feel. Certain pieces of cloth would do, and not others. Just to feel the material between your fingers was enough to send you to sleep....

Funnily two out of three sought comfort using their fingers. One used the toes!

I wonder whether there are others out there?

Pimples

Most of the time, we have good skin. Most of the time, you have good skin too.

So how come you suddenly sprouted so many on your face? They look pretty angry on such fair skin!

Hmmmmm

Increase your Vitamin C intake.

Increase your fluid intake?

Sleep better. Cut down those late nights.

Go get some exercise and fresh air.

In the meantime, don't pick on them. They will scar otherwise.....

Age Doesn't Matter

He came up to me, looking forlorn and ill. His hair sticking out at all sorts of angles, the natural curls exaggerating the mess. I felt like putting my fingers through to comb them but I knew it would annoy him, so I didnt.

Instead I merely listened to him croak.

He wasn't well, that was obvious. I touched his arm and neck instead. He was hot.

The nurse in me arose and I prescribed paracetamol to get the temperature down. The "Christian" in me said, "Pray for him," so I did. The mother in me told myself not to be concerned... but I was.

He hardly ever falls ill, but when he does, it is in style.

Furthermore, soon he will leave home. When he falls ill there, who will take care of him?

It doesn't matter how old the child is. When they are ill, it is a matter of concern for any parent.

To Play or to Protect

This year, for her co-curriculum activities, my daughter decided to opt for volleyball. I wasn't too keen on that but she felt she wanted to. So I agreed.

On the first day of training, she came back with this. I don't know if you can see it, but there are tiny specks of red all along her arms - bruises and parts where the blood vessels have popped as the ball hit her arms.
It is not easy for me to see her arms like this. A mother's instinct is to protect and to say, "STOP PLAYING!"

But there is another part of me that takes over and says "This will toughen her. Let her continue".

So I let my more firm side take over and speak gently to her to continue even as I rub oil to soothe the pain.

After a few days, she is back to playing again. Phew.

Makan = Eat

Let me introduce you to a Malay word. Malay is very phonetical. That means each letter of the alphabet has its own sound and it doesn't change. For example, the vowel "A" is pronounced "AH", as in "master" or "father". It is never pronounced as in "water" or "later".

The word I'd like to share with you is MAKAN.

Why?

Because that is what I will be doing two weekends in a row! Last week I had functions on Sunday and Monday nights. This week will be the same - tonight I have a dinner function and I will have another tomorrow night.

Big MAKANS for Big Mmmmomma! Can you see my belly shaking as I laugh? No? Well, never mind. I can feel it! Hahahahahaha!

Treatment for Allergies

Many years ago, when we were in England, we had doctor friends with whom we were close. So close, that after our badminton games, we would go to the men's and women's showers respectively and shower in the communal areas there... yeah, I could see her all and vice-versa! (You can read more about it at Personality Discovery).

But that's not what this post is about.

You see, these friends of ours had two sons. The younger of the two was severely allergic to peanuts. The slightest touch would set him off. One day, when he was just learning to walk, he toddled over to where his mother and brother were. As he neared the table, he began to lose his balance. So he reached out and grabbed the table.... right at the spot where a smear of peanut butter was.

Suffice to say that it was good that his mother was a doctor and reasonably unflappable. She had antihistamine in him quickly and saved his life.

I am posting about this because of recent news concerning treatment of such allergies. I hope they succeed....

Whose Toes

When my first child was born, I was stunned to see his little toe turned and curled like mine.

As he grew, I noticed the shape change. They became more like my Hubby's.

I noticed my second was a mixture of the two of us.

My third's are entirely like mine.

It is almost as if God was being "fair" to make sure our DNA was shared out evenly.

Have you looked at your toes lately?