1st Quater 2015 : Reflecting the good times

I had not been actively blogging ever since Sarah came along into my small family. I just could not believe the joy and happiness that she brings into our lives. No matter how my work always drag me into despair, when I am so stressed with deadlines and rushing from one meeting to another, I would just simply open up my photo gallery in my mobile phone and look up those beautiful, cute and adorable deep dimples smiling pictures of Sarah, that all gloom and misery seems to dissipate. I may sound cheesy but now I understand how those doting mothers felt when they flooded my Instagram or Facebook accounts cooing ahhing and uploading daily postings of their babies. Because now I am guilty of doing so in my social Medias. So sorry dear virtual friends.

                                                                                                                     

2014 went by like a flash, bolting in and out without me realizing that now the first quarter of 2015 had just ended. Being first time parents to a baby made us both zombified without us knowing it Sarah had celebrated her first birthday last November. She had started to walk last December, with the discovery and new world of two feet movement had open up her horizons to become a mini Dora the explorer herself. Finding joys in our cats, chickens and the occasional monkeys behind our home. She still talks in her baby gibberish talks, how I will missed those baby talks when she started to speak properly, well she did have few proper words formed already what with the usual mama, daddy and bye-bye.

 
As I mellowed myself in my mid thirties, me and hubby finds that being at home is such a joy, after a hard day at work there is no other bliss than being at the comfort of your own home. Especially on a Sunday, the three of us just snuggle together sleeping in a bit late that usual trying not to wake up our teething Sarah (she got 8 tooth already),but sometimes if Sarah woke earlier than mama and papa she would give us kisses and called out our names ensuring attention.

 Being the mellow me I find that when we went out to the malls or eating out, I analyses people making the inner anthropologist within me. Take for example few Sundays morning ago we decided to go to this popular departmental store in the city center. When I was queuing up to the cashier to pay for my 3 dollar worth of stationaries (the usual pens and stapler) in front of me is this matured lady in her sixties paying a bill of 3 thousand dollars of crystals ornaments and making arrangement of shipping them to her home. Not that I am condemning buying expansive ornaments it is her money after all.  But I am reflecting on another same aged lady I met later at the ground floor food court counting her one dollar bills such that she have enough 4 dollar to pay for her 4 packed fried noodles all in the same morning. Each lady had their own story to tell. Hubby told me I should not ponder too much on that. Never judge other people lives if you are not walking in their shoes. Maybe a three thousand dollars of ornaments brought her the same happiness and joy of a four dollar of fried noodles of the other lady. So who am I to judge? Many years back people judge me and my marriage worth of not having your own child. I may have a hollow emptiness in my heart from craving a child but I lead life to my fullest. I give to those in need, I am a seasoned traveler, I venture to places to seek an education and have a career that I am proud of. All this with the loving support of a man that had the biggest love for me. His broad shoulder during that many years would support my big fat tears of longings. His strong hands that always hold mine in our journey in life together. For that I am ever so grateful to the creator.