I wrote two days ago a post dedicated to my wife, but deleted it yesterday. Whilst the bottomline is gratitude and love, and that no words may describe that, I decided to re-attempt to define this word "Super Mum".
She, who
1. is beautiful - before-during-after pregnancy (yes twice over).
2. is ungrudgingly selfless in her love to her sons (alright, maybe one residual percent to her husband)
3. is successful in career, but yet does not want to remain so (haha...yes, she is just waiting to enthuse her tai-tai DNA into full blown action)
4. is left (alone) to fend off the conflicting demands from our two princes
5. lets me enjoy the "glory" of a returning and fun daddy whenever I am back home.
In short - she is one who is left with no vocabulary for "I/ME/MYSELF". That's SUPER MUM.
So who am I to shamelessly use the words "torment" and "alone", when I have all the time in the world to be surrounded by accounting standards...dry and boring it may be, but I have "I/ME/MYSELF" to me and myself.
To my dearest, I thank you for every bit that you have given us. And for our growing sons, please do appreciate your mum for who she is and what she's doing. But that is if "blogging" is relevant when Iggie/Nick grows up. Maybe I should transfer this blog to my little leather book...
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3 comments:
so sweet... never know tis side of maurice, haha!
well - men will do some very surprising things you never knew - only time will tell!!! and yes i am very happy that hubby is so appreciative of me!!! .. now ... where is that DIAMOND??!!!
maurice, you WIN! as a matter of fact, that was very very very sweet.
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