Conversations

One of the things I love most being a mother is that I get to do "monologues" with my daughter while she is still at the age who is willing to listen to me blabber. I get verbal diarrhoea quite frequently. Most friends of mine don't have that patience or interest anymore, so she is one of my only outlets now. Poor girl. 

I always start with, "I have a story to tell you.", then I will go on with my childhood, my teen hood, my adulthood and up to currently my motherhood. I share with her all my failures, my weaknesses, my mistakes, my wrong decisions, bad choices and so on. Occasionally, I do throw in a few good words about myself too. I can't be all that bad. She listens. 

Then I asked: Are you bored listening to my stories?

Scarlett: No, it's interesting. It's about your life. I like them.

You seriously got to love this girl.

This afternoon, I get to take a few hours break while Chester took his three-hour nap and headed to Causeway Bay to visit Jo and her two month old baby boy, Jayden. We have been looking forward to this afternoon. But before meeting Jo, I brought Scarlett to Food Street for lunch. Jo, a few other girls and I used to hang out along Food Street and get free wine. I know this street so well. To Scarlett, she was stoked that I brought her here for lunch. 

Walking out of Food Street through the alley

Scarlett: This place is like a secret alley with a chamber of restaurants! This place is awesome! You know I was really scared when you brought me through the alley (I brought her in Food Street through an alley instead of front entrance) and I thought not another of those (ghetto) restaurants again. This is such a nice surprise! I never have good feelings about alleys.

Me: Yeah. (can't really be as thrilled as her since I have been to this street so many times) This place is great. I like it too. I am glad that you like it here.

I picked a Japanese joint and shared two set lunches together. Throughout the meal, Scarlett kept looking out of the restaurant watching people and enjoying her food so much. We also talked about doing trips together when she is much older. Oh how I miss spending this quality time with her before Chester was born. I was exclusively her mom back then.

Missing our train rides together

After an amazing lunch, we headed over to Jo's place and spent about an hour and a half chatting and laughing ourselves silly about stuff. My daughter is much better with babies than me. I will never want to hold a newborn, well, except my own. No, not because I think my babies are cute and others are not. I just don't want to hurt the baby and I freak out when I have to hold one. I worry I might  just drop the baby when the baby squirm. I only carry my own so that if I ever dropped them, they are mine, not yours. 

Super Scarlett with Sleepy Jayden

On our way home in the mini bus, the evening sun was shining on us and Scarlett had this question for me.

Scarlett: Mama, I see glitter on your face.

Me: Yeah, I am like those vampires from Twilight. I glow like diamonds under the sun. (I actually got a wrong loose powder and hated those glitter but didn't want to throw it away and taking forever to finish it)

Scarlett: I thought vampires die under the sun. They turn into ashes.

Me: Not those from Twilight. They are a different breed. They glow like diamonds. 

There are times she knows I am just talking silly but she doesn't judge me for it (I hope not!!!). Life is so short, why be that serious? She is tweening and I am "elder-ing" (my term for my current stage similar to tweening, for women who is growing old towards middle age but nowhere close to maturity in mentality). We are both in very awkward stages of our lives. We need a lot of moral support from each other. *sniff sniff*

Outing ended and we had to go home to another elder-ing man and a terrible two boy, House of Sun, House of Fun. Sometimes, I have no clue how all four of us can even live together under one roof without going crazy. 

By the grace of God and love for each other. That's what family is all about.