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Images that will forever imprint in my memory are these. The rushed mornings of waking them up and giving them time limit to be ready and out the house. The regrettable snapping, huffing and puffing to control my anger and the countless death stares that I’ve given them is one I’d rather forget BUT it is what it is. It’s ugly. I don’t enjoy the ugliness but I must say I’ve learnt to embrace it well because the reality is, it’s part of our morning routine. It’s almost unavoidable. Images of them rushing to put on their pants while running from one end of the hall to the other, tripping over. Images of them rushing out of the house forgetting their shoes behind, or image of their expression when they’ve realised they have worn the wrong uniform on the day is all funny to look at. Well it’s not funny right at that moment but I’ll find myself laughing as soon as they’re away from my sight. It’s annoying but it’s real life comedy. 

The morning kisses and hugs are the best. That slow lazy sleepy stage is addictive. Hearing them sing in the car on the way to school is really bad music to my ears – but so good for my heart. Watching them running away from me towards school with their massive bag dangling from one side to the other is heart melting and just being able to be there, every single morning to give cuddles and kisses and say ” have a great day baby ” is such a blessing. So special.

I’m writing this now because I know I will miss these moments so damn much as of next week when I get back to work. Writing this makes me so teary. These childhood moments are so fleeting and I’m really breathing it in, all these years but particularly these past few days. To all my mummy friends – enjoy your moments and I mean it with every word.