Skills and Mums

Seven months ago, my sister-in-law gave birth to our little bundle of joy. Small as she was, she turned our lives in ways we never deemed possible. She painted our gray walls yellow with her smiles. Her little achievements masked out the weary air at home. We are happier. My parents are back to feeling fresh again. Our days rolled by differently and each day is peppered with laughter and giggling and video taking. 

Speaking of such, my intent upon writing is to tell about an observation from an incident with her last week. My mother sent a message saying our baby could now sing. She is a 7 month ball of fluffiness - 7 month and she could sing! I got a bit too excited so I planned on testing it first thing when I pay a home visit. We ended up doing it the whole day though. 

Actually, I’m not sure if singing is the right word for her talent. It works like this: My mother (Her Granny) would sing “I have two hands” as she moves the baby’s hands (as if to dance), then, the baby would smile and giggle at first and later on sings with only” a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a” She’d keep on singing only until she feels like doing so.  I don’t know if this is normal but for a toothless, hairless little ball to be able to do this is pure awesome for me. I wondered how she learned it. Then I realized my mom taught her to do it.

My mom taught her the same way she taught us as kids. I just remembered this now. Of course we know this as a fact but it’s just always on the back of our heads. I suddenly feel light and loaded with an odd feeling . Does this even make sense? haha

My mom is the one who should take credits for most of the skills that we possess. All our lives, Our (siblings) mindsets dictate that we owe our talents  to our father, being the talented, skillful and smart guy that he is ( see, pops, I also sprinkled some flattery for you here hehe) We would often tease our mom with how talentless she is and that we’re lucky to take after our father. Why, all of us can draw except her! She would always give a hearty laugh at this as my father beamed with pride. 

But actually, she is the one who nurtured what we had. She is the one who led to the discovery of what we can do. She is the one who repeatedly sang songs to us so we would develop our language mastery. She did a hundred things repeatedly when we were little so we’d learn things by heart. All of those and still the credit slipped inside the hands of my father. My father was a big part too, of course. But my mother… all of us are her drafts and masterpieces.  I think my estimation of mothers suddenly shot up. It’s like they’re given a clean sheet of paper and it’s up to them to make a hundred things out of it. Isn’t this just astounding?

We’d always make remarks on how my niece is developing so fast and it just goes to show that my mother’s hands are still full of power and magic as always. Hats off to all the moms responsible for creating wonders through their kids all over the world! You are all amazing in a thousand ways.