Category: Motherhood

Sophea T. Amari

Unicorns & The Red Sea

I lie with her in bed one night, stroking her silken hair, humming Out of Darkness under my breath. She is still awake, her eyelashes casting shadows onto her cheeks. She quietly grasps her velveteen terry-cloth blanket and watches me with her big, round eyes. I am most content and happiest for moments like these. …

Sophea T. Amari

I love you

You’re mine. I love you. I love you. I love you. How many different ways can I say this? I can’t even begin to describe how you’ve made me feel so complete. As a woman. As a person. As the kind of being God would be proud of. I love you. You came from within …

Sophea T. Amari

A moment of weakness

I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for the last 2 days. A little surgery. Poor girl. She came out of the operating theatre yesterday evening, placed in the recovery room, her small little body wrapped in some kind of foil-like thing, which I later found out was some kind of hyperthermia blanket system …

Sophea T. Amari

My swimsuit

For obvious reasons, I stay away from skinny jeans, midriff-baring tops, sleeveless/spaghetti-strap tops, tight clothing, and of course, swimwear. Even way back then when I wasn’t fat, I was still painfully shy of having to don a swimsuit. I’d never been bolder to put on less than a modest 1-piece. Oh, I had a nice …

Sophea T. Amari

Cinderella Shampoo

My daughter has an obsession with princesses and fairy tales these days. She’s only 2 1/2 years old, but is already very independent and demanding, and definitely knows what she wants. Lately (and this is our fault as parents), we thought it’d be great if we introduced her to fairy tales. I bought 2 huge …

Sophea T. Amari

The Party

It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with …

Sophea T. Amari

Fixing things up

Of late, I’ve noticed little things in my home, little things that didn’t really matter to me before but now do. Like the broken doorknob in the guest bathroom. The squeaky hinge of my wardrobe door. The countless number of bulbs in our living room that have blown and have yet to be replaced. The …

Sophea T. Amari

Me, Mother

When I became a mother, the thought of being a stay-at-home-mum (SAHM) occurred to me approximately 3 times. And all 3 times, I brushed away that possibility. Perhaps, in the future, it may be an eventuality. I don’t know, truth be told. With higher costs of living, expandable careers, the rise of the capital market, …