Acts of terror very often dominate the news these days and to be honest I’ve never really been one of those people who gave it much thought. Yes, I would feel sad but I would move on. Not this time. Is it because of what happened in Sydney was too close to home? Is it because a mother of three was one of the victims? Is it because I can finally feel the pain of the parents grieving their innocent children’s death in Peshawar? I don’t know. What I also have very minimal knowledge about is the history of the rise of all these issues. Islamic fundamentalism or whatever. In fact, I don’t care much for it. I’ll tell you why.
My daughter has turned 1 and has recently mastered walking. She is so busy walking (to nowhere in particular) that I sat down and thought to myself that I’ll find a job. I mean my poor father did spend a substantial amount of money educating me. So, I decided to reinvent my CV for potential employers.
I used to live in this imaginary world, where I, a very well dressed and slim mother held a little girl in my arms and walked through a park teaching her the ways of the world. In reality, about a year back, a little human weighing 2.5 kilos came into my life and shared her wisdom with me. Yes! I’ve reached my milestone. I am ONE. One year of successful (sort of) parenting.
I shall not waste time. Here are the mysteries of the diaper world unravelled.
I’ve waited a long time since my last post to start blogging again. Not that I had nothing to write about, rather because I was afraid of being judged for what I wanted to say. It’s 3:00 am, 2 days since my daughter turned 1 and I’ve finally plucked up the courage to do this. To hold true to my blog name and confess.
For almost 10 months now, I’ve been a ‘Stay home mum’. This honorary title apparently depicts an image of a lady stretched out in a hammock sipping cocktails all day as her baby plays nearby. The slow paced, leisurely nature of this role as a mother prompts innocent bystanders to accost you with their famous question;
What do you do all day?
The recent dig at Kim Kardashian trying to have it ‘all’ (http://time.com/2891358/kim-kardashian-boobs-black-tuxedo/), though a very poorly written article started me thinking. I went on to read more credible sources; opinions of women who are CEO’s, government officials and so on. The difference in opinion was vast. While one group insisted that having it all is nothing but a matter of capability, another assured that my generation of women are simply being lied to and that there is no such thing as having it all. (Links to some articles given below).I am certainly not in a position of power (unless of course you are in my kitchen), in fact I don’t even have a job. I do however have a decent degree, a baby, a strong desire to have a successful career, an extremely confused state of mind and the immense burden of guilt which every mum trying to get back to work has. So I ask myself, like every woman before me.
Can women have it all?
Last year May, I dropped my entire life in Perth and literally ran back to my mum in Singapore. My husband, in a week packed all our belongings into random bags and dropped it off at various friends’ houses. While remaining in my parent’s house and pretending that I was 12 was a comfortable option, it certainly wasn’t the right one. So, I finally plucked up enough courage to make my big move back to Perth.