Popo is Good

I have been complaining about Popo, her quirks and all. A colleague stared at me in disbelief when I briefly shared that it is tough to live with my mum. I must have sounded like some ungrateful, unfilial brat. I should be frightened during thunderstorms and hide to prevent getting struck by lightning.

Well, it is indeed not easy to live with Popo. I think I have said enuff – one mountain cannot contain 2 tigers. However, we cannot do without her either. With her around,

1. The house is always clean. I cannot imagine me having to pick up the toys, sweep and mop after tucking the kids to bed. Now, I get to enjoy surfing net, watching dramas on my iPad after the kids turned in.
2. I never have to worry about housework. Without me having to ask, the houseworks are well taken care of. The laundry basket emptied by itself, the toilet automatically cleans itself, the dishes at the sink disappears, the bedsheets are always clean.
3. The kids are well-taken care of. They are definitely well-fed. Despite the parents having very little time to spend with them, the kids are growing up well, behaved and disciplined. This allows us to be at peace when at work.
4. She helps us to look after the kids while we run errands, go for couple time and/ or get “time-off” from the kids to spend on ourselves.
5. She helps to look after the kids even when we are at home so that we could sneak a little rest, a moment to stare into the blanks even the kids are bouncing and fighting for attention.
6. She gave the kids love and warmth, when we are not around.
7. There is always food at home. One can never get hungry at my house. During the last gathering, the dining table overflowed with food. It was as if I had magically plates and bowls that kept producing piping hot food.
So I guessed I just have to reduce myself to a cat and give the mountain to her? I think I have to learn to remember her good and the sacrifices that she made for my family. She has no obligations to help me with my kids and family, but she did and so willingly despite all the noises that I made when I show her attitude and threw tantrum at her. Oops, yes I did, at 33 YO, I still throw tantrums at my mum and torture her. See, mothers are noble, must celebrate Mothers’ Day.

Mummy Lim