Mothers are Memory Makers
Mother's Day was over. Somehow, I find myself thinking alot about my mum. My mum, though put in a very bad marriage, she still spun beautiful childhood memories for me. I hope I too, can be a good memory maker for Zoe and Zane. And I came to realise that the best thing I like about my mum is .... she is always there when I need her.I walked through my memory alley these few weeks as I think along the subject "Mothers are Memory Makers". I begin to realise this is just so true. And I have my mum to thank for making loving memories for me.
My best memories are of what my mother did for me since I was born. The time she spent with me and the places she brought me to, plus the people she brought me into contact with.
Those so called memories when I was younger than 5 were related by her to me.
I can remember those childhood years from 5 years old onwards rather vividly.
Let me pick a few to share :-
1. Best Memory.
My mum did help out at Grandparents' farm even after she was married. (Those days, my grandparents reared chickens, ducks, geese and pigs for a livelihood). She would place me in a clean crate (meant for pigs) as that was sturdy and big. Something like an improvised play pen?
One day, I guess I got so bored in the crate that I toppled myself over so that I could get out and walk around to play. I walked to the place where the pigs were kept. The pigs were having lunch then. I saw this piglet which I fancied a lot. I wanted to play with it, but it was too far for me to reach it. I found a long twig. I started "saying hello" by poking the cute little piglet's nose. When the piglet oinked in protest, I laughed and oinked along too, not realising I was irritating it.Very soon, this piglet placed on reverse gear and backed off from me. I thought it was just staying away from me. Before I know it, it dashed towards me and attempted to jump over the barrier between us. The piglet was very angry with me !! It wanted to bite me back !!
I ran as fast as my chubby little legs could carry me. I screamed for help as I ran !!
And ......... I climbed up the reclining coconut tree near the fish pond. On normal days, I would not be able to climb that tree, but, that afternoon, out of fear, I was up there within seconds.
By then, my grandpa, grandma, uncle and mum heard my cries for help. They dropped everything they were doing and ran to my rescue. The moment they saw me crying up on the coconut tree with a little pig oinking angrily at me, they all burst out laughing. All the adults said I deserved that scare.
It was my mum who was almost in tears while she instructed me not to move an inch as I may fall into the fish pond. I couldn't swim then.
My uncle was the one who cautiously climbed up the tree to get me. My grandma hugged and brought me into the house to bathe and clean me. My grandpa, after feeding his chickens, came into the house and offered to bring me for a lorry ride and a little treat at the coffee shop. They all loved me so much. This is my most treasured childhood memory.
2. Having a family meal at Kenturky Fried Chicken.
I'm sad to say, this was my one and only family meal outside.
This is also my best memory of my father.
One of the rare times I saw my father and mother smiled so much to my brother and I, and to each other even. One of the rare times I didn't see my father beat my mum up, came home drunk or throw things around in the house. At this meal, which cost our one week's expenses, there was much peace, love and laughter, which I always yearn since I was a child.
It was the only one we had as a family.Yet, this stays as one of my best childhood memories.
3. Having my mum as a stay at home mum for me. Or rather a work at home mum.
My mum was a seamstress. She sewed bedsheets, pillow cases and such to earn some income. I always sat by her sewing machine and watched her. She would smile tenderly at me and praised me whenever I could do a task well, like making milk for my baby brother with the help of a stool, feeding my brother his milk and entertaining him.
At the end of the day, mum would give me a few cents to go and buy some sweets for myself. Or ask me what I would love to have for dinner. No matter how poor we were, my mum always saved the best for my brothers and I. I love you, Mummy!
Having shared till this point. I think my mind is made up. When Zoe goes to Primary School, I will be a stay at home mum again for her when she is in the afternoon session. Can't bring myself to put her with in laws or sitter for a whole six hours before she starts school and I am teaching other people's children. If she is in the morning session, it will work out fine. She and I will go to schools at the same time and finish classes around the same time.
Well, will see how the Lord leads.
Love,
Jesselyn Ng
posted by Jesselyn Ng @ 10:45 PM
1 Comments:
Praise the Lord for a wonderful grandmummy for Zoe! And praise the Lord for a committed and dedicated Mummy here!
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