Mom is getting on with her own life, the Good Doctor informed her.
Next week marks the end of her 1st year at college. In September, she turns, 20.
Goodbye, Mother-dom. My job is done!
- 2 months old, brought along to Trace’s wedding celebrations because I didn’t have help.
This stage is called, Somnolence. My life spent sleepwalking; Tammy L Wong buried beneath the sheer weight of being a new mother, daughter-in-law, and unemployed. She will take a while to settle into some sort of sleep pattern. The episiotomy will heal. The acne(!) triggered by pregnancy will clear. At 26 years old, my skin and body will bounce back without artificial assistance.
- Her 1st Christmas. My skin, recovered.
- At 9 months, staying up and waiting for me to return from work to put her to bed.
Oh, Youth. There are 2 people in the marriage trying to build 2 careers, while shouldering the responsibility of a very young child. This stage can also be called, Growing Up. Because even on sick days, you can’t call in sick from parenthood, nor the careers you are trying to kick start.
- The Toddler Years…
The easiest of mothering work! They are happy times. She’s at a great kindergarten, my work has momentum, her needs straightforward. Plus, these are the carefree years of childhood, before the dreaded start of compulsory education in Singapore.
- To protect her from the nightmare of Singapore schools, we go to the States after 5 months in Primary 1. Later upon relocating back to Singapore, and between grades, I home-school her.
Early teens? Tumultuous. My advice? Don’t be afraid of your child. Take that cellphone away. Remove the computer from her room. Teach her female hygiene and let your husband speak to her about, sex.
These are the Hard Working Years. My career does not stagnate. America propels it to a new place; such that in Singapore, it isn’t difficult igniting it again. (Thank you, University of California, Irvine, thank you, Esplanade, thank you LASALLE College of the Arts, thank you, Ethos Books.)
- Finally, the 6th Form! Your daughter who only a few years ago did not want to be seen driven in your car, nor caught holding your hand, has re-emerged, smiling, and recognisable. She is respectful, thoughtful, and loving. She is trusting you again. So when you say, it’s time we send you away to school, she panics a little, then feels bold; because she knows, you will be right there.