Tag: Love
Navigating My Child’s Separation Anxiety: A Personal Journey
When my little one started showing signs of separation anxiety, it felt like a storm brewing on the horizon—something I knew was coming but wasn’t fully prepared for. I remember the first time I had to leave her at nursery.…
Longing for me to become us
Sighing at the lights and song Weaving the world’s lights Sighing at the beautiful scenery Who will enjoy it with me? People come and people go You and I look at the far galaxy between us Flowers fall with the…
Catching up with my toddler.
If you have been following my blog, you will see that my recent posts are related to chapters of motherhood. Yes, I’m on maternity leave since November 2023. What else I could be writing? As my newborn is coming to…
Can mothers have it all?
Maternity is soon over. With three months left to go, my days have been daunting so far. On one hand, I am so ready to go back to work. On the other, I am anxious on how I can possibly…
April Love
April of last year taught us to be cautious, in the dark didn’t know what’s expected. Anxiety, confused, isolated, and daunting, prepare for the worst the world’s calling. . April of this year anticipate promises, cherry blossoms bloom gracefully tempt…
What I saw.
Pastel blue ground, with touch of smoggy cotton plants. Trees line up in parallel, whilst withered leaves descent gracefully. Bright green, yellow and brown-coloured, like confetti sprawled on the ground. “Be a reflection of what you’d like to receive. If…
Cherishing rainbow after rain.
Since February, we were put into the unknown. For the very first time, we discussed about back-up plans for “what if…” with loved ones. Uncertainty, anxiety, and concerns were easily spelled on faces. Paranoid over worst case scenarios we could…
Happy Valentine’s Day
Every year, something exceptional. Every month, something sensational. Every day, something memorable. All because you are here with me. Wishing all readers and writers a Happy Valentine’s Day. Photo by @framesoflifeblog
Perfect mother.
Silent she is in the eyes of others, calibre she excels in her own challenge. Beauty she is in the eyes of ours, love she creates out of affection. Staring at the mirror I inherit her feature, assess myself…
Craving for love.
The four baby birds that chirp loudly striking for attention often confuse their mother if love can ever be enough. Was it too many baby birds to provide undivided attention? Or was it because they are all demanding children? The…
