mum mum mum bagus

Starting a family of my own, I finally understood the pains of being away from mum. When I was living under the same roof as mummy, all my meals were taken care of. I just had to inform her of the dishes I would like to have and the time that I would be home and dinner will be served there and then.

Mum’s dishes are always yummy, no matter the time or day. Now that I’m living with my husband, I learnt to cherish the precious occasions that I returned home for meals.

This is a simple meal she prepares: Stir fried cabbage with glass noodles and wood ear, fried tofu with meat fillings, fishball soup and stir fried fish in dark soya sauce. You will also notice the freshly cut chili she prepares. Whenever I’m back, that is a must-have during our meal as that is one thing we both like very much with our soup. Although this meal may be nothing fascinating, it satiates me much better than any pricey dinners.

As I do not have fixed lunch breaks, Mum is always concerned about me skipping meals and forgoing lunches just to rush for classes. Thanks to the short distance between mum’s home and my workplace, I get to enjoy the noms mum bought and brought to school for me quite often.

Usually, after calling me up earlier in the day to inform me she would be bringing food for me, a recycled shopping bag full of yummy noms will be left at the security guard post with the security guard uncle.

This is just one recent bag mum brought to school.

Not only did it contained the biscotti that my neighbour had so painstakingly made for me, (my colleagues love it too), there was also many other goodies.

A peek into the bag. Spot the biscotti?

Mini Fried Spring Rolls

Rice Noodle Roll bought from a famous stall. I like it without the thick gravy.

Plain Porridge served with a tinge of soya sauce, peanuts, fried bread stick and anchovy

Seedless Grapes, one of my favourite fruits

With all these yummy noms readily prepared for me without even being asked for, how am I suppose to not miss the presence of my loving mum around? 😦

I’m glad I stayed not too far away from mum and still goes back often for meals, especially so since I’m attending classes 3 times a week at the Temasek Polytechnic.

To all those who are still staying with your mum, learn to cherish every moment you have with her. A simple meal together is not too much to ask for, yet many of us are usually too occupied with every other matter to take out that bit of time to accompany our mums. Do it while you can because you never know when it is too late.

I shall end this post with a beautiful story (Taken from 999, 999, 999 people) to commemorate all mums:

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you.”
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

“What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment, and then said…
“I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said.

“Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home.

“Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, “I LOVE YOU.”
And to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Because nothing is more important in life than family… and they should not be put off until “some other time.”


Please share this with every daughter and son you know.


Til the next post. 🙂


What Say You? ;)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: