Touched

Last night after got back home from music lesson, my big and small bosses requested for supper. So off I went to steam bun for the small bosses and cook instant noodle for the big boss…

While wanted to bring out the instant noodle to serve my big boss, I accidentally knocked at one of the rack and the hot boiling soup scalded my left hand…ouch..damn pain (lucky the kids were no where around me)

Of course after the incident, I was in a very foul mood (was already a little unhappy on the way back about some comments hub made in the car)  and grumpy… blaming the super small kitchen, the narrow exit from kitchen to dinning area, complaining about no build-in in this house (good thing we will be getting our own much spacious house in 2 years time, just signed S&P last week..yeah!!), blaming the safety gate at the kitchen entrance and grumbled grumbled grumbled..but never admit own clumsiness ..hiaks…

After the kids had their supper, I was changing them into their pj. JS said “what happened? Why you look so sad” , I just said “pain”, still very moody. And she suddenly gave me a paper and said “mummy, I gave you a paper” (at first glance what I saw was just a small piece of blank paper )  Then I turned over the paper and saw a big heart shape that she has drawn. She said “I draw this heart for you”. I was so touched by her loving gesture that I weeped like a “soh poh” and hugged her so tight for so long. At that instant, the pain seems to have vanished. It may not be her best drawing, just a quick scribble, but I was all so emotional with just a simple drawing like that. I cried not because of the pain, but I was deeply touched. It certainly cleared off all the blues in me. In that instance, I felt there’s still someone standing by me despite all my imperfectness (again about big boss’s comments)

She was extremely sensitive last night too, instead of her usual pampered and demanding and fierce bossy tone, she talked in a very adult like tone.

“Mummy, no need to cook anymore la, we just eat at the restaurant”

“Mummy, I help you clean up the place”

“Mummy, I help you hold…”

“Mummy, let me blow for you, still pain or not”

Even WH also came to me , put his hand on my shoulder and said “Urve (love) Mummy”