In Defense of Mothers

In regards to their role in motherhood, mothers of our time seem to have labels other than a mere “Mother” attached to them. Among many, the two most heard, I guess, are the Stay-at-home Mother (also known as the Full-time Mother) and the Working Mother. From what I understand,

A Stay-at-home Mother or a Full-time Mother is a mother who is stationed primarily at home, and she usually has no paid works outside of home.

A Working Mother is a mother who is working, usually a paid job, primarily in the workforce outside of home.

I have to admit that I fail to see how a Stay-at-home Mother is not a “working mother” and how a Working Mother is not a “full time mother”, but well, sometimes we just have to come to term that every term comes with their own inadequacy.

In my personal search for the ideal model of motherhood, I have unfortunately found none. There is no one ideal model that is adequate enough to contain the breadth and the depth of what motherhood calls for. It is not the model or the label that defines a mother. For the heart of motherhood lies in the love and sacrifice, in meeting the needs of others placed in her care.

My late paternal grandmother, a mother of eight, she ran a bread shop at their shop-house to provide for her children after my grandfather passed on when their youngest son was less than one month old. A strong woman who single-handedly raised her children up, and an inspirational woman still, whom her grandchildren love and admire.

Take for example, in the society groups that I have the chance to observe (mainly the middle-class and working-class, of Asian culture, in Indonesia and Singapore), the principal duties a mother holds are as follow:

1. In meeting the needs of her children
A mother is in charge of the welfare of her children. Their food, clothing, instruction and education are of her utmost priority. She is their primary care taker and is to them the embodiment of nurture and tenderness. It is not without reason that the mother is a child’s first sought refuge in any distress.

2. In meeting the needs of her husband
A mother is first a wife. As her husband’s best partner and support, she sees to it that he is well cared for physically (food, clothing) and emotionally (friendship, intimacy), and that he may be free to give his best in his vocation by taking upon herself the management of domestic affairs. This is not to say that husbands are not to share in the workload of house chores and child care, but it is a wife’s love to her husband to desire to serve her husband in the best way she can instead of keeping a fair score of who’s doing more than who. Likewise, when husbands do help around, it in turn shows their wives their genuine care and love. This is definitely much healthier for marriages than when a husband’s help is seen as a mandatory ‘do-your-part’. So be quick to chip in, husbands! It means a world to your wife.

3. In meeting the needs of her parents
In a non welfare state and in a society where insurance coverage is not yet popular nor adequate, parents are relying heavily on their children for their old day care. This is especially true in countries like the present Indonesia, where one’s retirement plan is literally one’s own children. As mothers are daughters themselves, they bear a filial responsibility towards their own parents, often translated into providing for them financially. And since it is also common for parents to pay for their children’s education into the tertiary level, with some parents go so far as to sell their land, a sense of pride in their children’s successful career is, in return, the expected reward for their toiling.

4. In managing her home
As the mistress of the house, she is the one in charge for making her home a safe and warm shelter for her family and a place where hospitality may be extended to others. With affordable domestic help and service (especially in Indonesia), mothers have the option of employing domestic helpers in managing their house.

My late maternal grandmother, a mother of seven. She stayed at home and took tailoring work orders to supplement her family’s income as money was scarce. A selfless woman who dedicated her whole life for her family, children and grandchildren.

Such tasks are definitely not simple. In order for her to be efficient and effective in carrying out all her duties, a mother must have at her disposal a flexible and vast range of roles and unhindered opportunities. She has to be given room to work at her home all the day one day, and to go out earning real money another day. All being the necessary extension of her “being busy at home”, all done with her family’s best interest in heart.

What about dreams and ambitions, don’t women have their rights to pursue their OWN lives, one may ask. Of course they do. But I am persuaded that the best way to pursue life is never by living it for one’s own self but to leave a meaningful impact on others’, often times by laying our own down. And the most rewarding dream/ambition one may achieve is in the full utilization of one’s potentials for the betterment of humanity, starting with one’s own family. This, in essence, is what mothers have been doing from the moment their first morning sickness strikes.

My mother, who has always worked hard alongside my father at our shop to provide for and make us what we are today.


My mother-in-law, an excellent homemaker who has dedicated her life to care for her family.

There may be many noises that attempt to pit mothers against each other and inflict false guilts on mothers from both sides of the door. If we buy into it and define our motherhood by divisive labels; if we find our motherhood pride in the shaming of others, we will eventually self defeat. At the end of this dangerous path is the impediment of family flourishing, and eventually the society itself.

All who are rightly called “Mother” are the ones who posses the same kind of hearts, the kind that swells with love and readiness to sacrifice for those placed in her care. Be it in her office wear, or her sweat pants.

And lastly, as a tribute to all mothers, here is the lyric of a beautiful Indonesian nursery song aptly acknowledging the noble love of a mother. (I have taken the liberty to loosely translate it into English.)

Kasih Ibu kepada beta
Tak terhingga sepanjang masa
Hanya memberi
Tak harap kembali
Bagai Sang Surya
Menyinari dunia

“The love of a Mother
To each child given her
Is without measure
And eternal in nature,

A love forever giving
It never knows taking
As the Sun self-burning
Unto Earth, life it may bring”

Happy Mother’s Day!

Kana Is Four

This is the thought that should be uppermost on your mind in all that you do for your children. In every step you take about them, in every plan, and scheme, and arrangement that concerns them, do not leave out that mighty question, “How will this affect their souls?” – J. C. Ryle

She was feverish from viral infection the week before her second birthday. On her third, she struggled to down anything through her throat in the peak of her HFMD symptoms. And she had just recovered from a really bad food poisoning two weeks prior to turning four today. The Lord spared us her first birthday.

Blessed birthday! Every year to celebrate is blessed indeed!

For somewhere past the labour ward and that first cry, we are just so bound to take life and growth for granted. We forget that with birth, comes also the journey to grave. That the first beat of that tiny heart has also begun counting down to its stopping. Everyday we unknowingly sedate ourselves – “My child will live tomorrow still,” so unconscious we can hardly tell it’s a myth.

So suffering comes knocking some sense. Lest we be merry without being wary. The little soul has started for the eternity, blessed or damned. We cannot afford to be negligent.

Another year, O sovereign Lord,
With faith and prayers, love and rod
We shall fill the jar with water still
Until wine it be in Thy perfect will

Kana’s 4th birthday,
31 March 2017

No Such Thing As Wasted Education

My husband sent me a link to this excellently written article about how stay-at-home moms actually don’t waste their education, to encourage me. A secretly sweet man he is. 😉

As I read through the article, I had a flash back to one truly memorable event. It was during my parents visit in Chinese New Year 2016, when I finally, and rather awkwardly, popped the question.

“Pa, Ma, aren’t you actually disappointed with my decision to put a halt on my career and stay at home, not generating any significant cash, to care for the kids?”

My three years of education in a private university cost them half a kilogram of gold worth of money of the time, and my living cost in an expensive Singapore would have easily incurred at least another half of the amount mentioned above. The total sum is definitely not an amount I can generate back with mere three years in workforce post graduation. And truth be told, that question had been plaguing my conscience ever since I decided to quit my job and be full time for my family.

“Does your decision make you feel inferior yourself that you ask this?” My father asked back.

“I am concerned about what people would say about and to you back in hometown,” I replied.

In a culture with Chinese-influenced gender-based hierarchy, my parents would have been seen as ‘putting their eggs in the wrong basket.’ Why throw such a huge amount of money for a female child who finally ends up choosing making meals in the kitchen and not dollars in the workforce? And I have two younger male siblings!

“Surely, you have heard something like ‘Aiyoh, isn’t it so wasted to have spent so much money, earned a university degree abroad, and now stay at home taking care of children, things we leave for the maids to do here?’ or something like ‘Jauh-jauh sekolah ke Singapur, ujung-ujungnya masuk dapur‘?” I continued.

“Well, actually Mama did have doubts initially, there were friends asking, or commenting, too. But slowly, Mama has come to see the value of what you are doing. Sometimes, monetary investments do not give you a return in monetary form, but something priceless, it’s a gain all the same, if not more,” said my mother.

To which my father added, “There is no need to feel inferior. Papa’s duty as parent is to support Papa’s children’s education as far as you want to pursue, while we are still able. This is a principle. Whatever you decide to do afterwards becomes your own responsibility. You must remember, there is no such thing as wasted education.”

Both of my parents barely tasted the privilege of formal education. They had to work in their early youth so their siblings could go to school. Yet they understand the values of things often unseen in dollars, and have an accurate view of the purpose of education.

How tremendously liberating and empowering has this short conversation been to me! As a daughter. As a mother to my children. As a woman.

There is no such thing as wasted education. After years of learning and wisdom that made me the person that I am, in whatever I decide to do, in any time and stage of life, I seek to do them proud.

Just as they have done me very, very proud.

Happy grandparents and happy grandkids. Blessed me. ❤

The Mirror That Parenting Is


“Be kind to your sister, you don’t have to yell at her!”
“What she did was wrong!”
“I know, but you can tell her nicely, can’t you?”
And I was reminded of the countless times I yelled at her wrong doings. I could have told her nicely, couldn’t I?

“I am busy! Go away!”
“Jie jie! Be kind to her, help her draw the cats please.”
“But I am busy drawing my bride, Mommy. I have no time for her right now!”
And I was reminded of the countless times I shoo-ed her away with her paper and pencil from the kitchen because I was busy cooking.

“Be patient with mei mei, she is still a baby.”
And I was reminded of the countless times I lost my patience, she is barely four.

They say the modern parenting has become a narcissistic undertaking.
At its core, parenting is forever a humbling mirror.

Not Mini Adult


Children are not adults in wee little size. Though often we, the adults, expect them to be and treat them as one, to our own frustration. It’s probably about time we accept that being children means:

1. Covering their mouth AFTER, not before, sneezing (God forbid, with a full mouth, at someone’s face).
2. Asking pointless questions endlessly.
3. Cannot sleep when you want them to sleep.
4. Cannot wake up when you want them to wake up.
5. Wearing their slippers the wrong side.
6. Needing to pee, poo, at the wrong time.
7. Asking you to do the same thing again, and again, and again (please auto repeat).
8. Cannot find the ‘missing’ toy that is right in front of their nose.
9. Being so engrossed in what they do that they are deaf to you calling them.
10. Being so in tune with your voice that they know it when you whisper to yourself “let me get some chocolate”.
11. Do not understand/operate based on/respond to common sense.
12. Always moving (or talking).

And a thousand more.

Science will tell us that some of the above are because it’s in their wiring, and the rest are because it’s not yet in their wiring. What then, if it’s their wiring and there’s nothing that adults can do to make these little ones otherwise, does it not make more sense to conclude that this time window must have been meant to be a learning and growing opportunity for the adults?

Apparently, children are not the only ones growing and learning. Adults must, too. When the adults learn to forebear children’s childishness, with tenderness and compassion, that’s when the adults learn to be parents.

God help us to be parents.

“The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him. For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.” – Psalms 103:13-14

Emotion Is a Gift from God


The Tantrum Specialist

Our second daughter, Mila, is one emotional child ever since her newborn-hood. Her will is unbent, her tantrum intense. She cannot contain her excitement, and she expresses her sadness in manner that (I think) is beyond baby.

In this video was one of her emotional moments. It was taken when the eldest and I went to catch the Christmas Wonderland at Gardens By The Bay, leaving her with Hubby at home. We left while she was napping. I was told later that she was visibly upset but was rather quiet the entire evening. She finally broke down in tears after a lonely dinner.

Being blessed with an emotional child provides parents with its own challenge to struggle through. While dealing with their emotion, we may very often be overwhelmed ourselves, but we must remember to look at it as a blessing.

With it, humans are enabled to live their lives meaningfully. They are made able to love and be loved, to know grief and therefore learn to cherish, to fear and revere what is beyond them.

Ultimately, emotion equips man for a rich relationship with the Creator, with which they may feel the wonder of His love and be fulfilled by His joy, presently and even more so in the eternity. What a powerful gift! A gift when rightly used, blesses mankind in ways that are beyond the capacity of any other creatures, but when corrupted, turns them into the worst of beasts. And herein lies both encouragement and solemn warning for parents. Nip it not in the bud, as it is not meant for suppression, trim it dutifully while basking it in the Light of Heaven’s Sun, and see it bloom into the beauty it is meant to be.

To the God who has bestowed this child with the gift of strong emotion, we will turn our gaze and plea.

Grant us, O Lord, everything we need
to raise this child to be the master of her emotion.
And if it pleases Thee,
a fierce lover of Thy name.

Preschool with Mommy

Kana, the girl who can't sit still.

Kana, the girl who can’t sit still.

Our eldest turned three this year. Following the school age guideline in Singapore, she would have been a Nursery One student had she attended a preschool. Instead, we have a unschooled preschooler wandering around the neighborhood daily. It’s of little wonder that I get “Is she not going to school yet?” question from well-meaning neighbors every now and then.

As a single income family, we need to be careful in allocating our budget. Things of necessity take precedence over things of desire, and if we can afford to do things ourselves without hiring vendors, we allocate the saved money to other important things.

Playtime with the neighborhood kids.

Playtime with the neighborhood kids.

Early childhood education (preschool) happens to fit in our DIY-able item list. Reasons being first, I am staying at home with the kids; we have child-care issue taken care (preschools cum child-care institutions are among the main supports necessary for families with both parents working). Second, the basic curriculum for 3-6 year old preschoolers is one that most parents can teach. And finally, the financial cost of attending a preschool is significant, with some preschools charging fantastic fee.*

Spared from the expense of the early childhood education, we channeled the money into the girls’ tertiary education savings bond. Another good thing about doing our own Preschool is we get to customize the curriculum and decide on how many holidays in the school year, yay! 😉


Clockwise: Spotted a “Cauliflower Mushroom”. Close encounter with bird pets of the neighborhood’s birds lover uncles. Picking some ‘blueberry-like’ fruits. Feeling the texture of a snail.

Our curriculum for the N1 level is light and easy. Although there are intentions and rationale for doing what we do, we are basically living the normal every day. We put focus on character building, outdoor play, nature exploration, language development, and peers and cross-age interaction.

A typical day of ours looks like this:

Three year old Kana wakes up at 8 AM. She is tasked with helping to make the bed and getting changed herself. We have breakfast together, she helps herself during meals.

We have a habit of turning on music on the CD player when we are at home (I prefer classical music and she loves her Chinese children songs and Bible songs). While I am preparing for cooking in the kitchen, Kana entertains herself and her baby sister, Mila. Sometimes she browses through her books and (pretends to) read out to Mila, or makes up some play with whatever we have in the house. Most of the time, she is busy drawing.

When I am done with the preparation we go for our outdoor time. Some days, it’s a walk around the neighborhood, getting to know the community and experiencing the hustle and bustle of the market and coffeeshops. Other days, it’s playing at the garden behind our block, picking some berry-like fruits, spotting lizards and basking themselves in the sunshine for their daily dose of Vitamin D.


Clockwise: The garden and playground behind our block. A happy girl with her harvest. Picking the fallen Batoko plums found along our morning walk trail.

At 10 AM some neighborhood kids who have just finished their preschool session join us to play. While the children interact with each other, the mothers get to sit and chat, intervening in intervals when childish conflict arises. There are also mothers who practice non-immediate intervention, allowing the children to work out their own disputes. One of Kana’s regular playmates is from the latter group, and we enjoy the opportunity she gets to hone her social skill in the face of conflicts.

We are back at home at 11 AM for shower and lunch, followed by nap time at 1:30 – 3:30 PM. Kana gets to pick a story before nap, her favorites are from “The Book of Virtues” by William J. Bennett, “The Jesus Storybook Bible” by Sally Lloyd-Jones, and “Maths with Mummy” by V. Zhitomirsky and L. Shevrin.

Snacks are served at 4 PM. On DVD days (usually Mondays and Thursdays) the girls get to watch a short episode from Qiao Hu. Non DVD days will be filled with free play. Occasionally, we do alphabet, numbers, Bible memory verse and Chinese character recognition. She then helps to babysit Mila while I take a shower.

At 5:30 PM we are out again for play time at the playground with the neighborhood kids. At 6:45 PM Hubby fetches us home.

Clockwise: Three year old Kana is drawing. "The Lady in Her New Shoes". Reading to baby sister.

Clockwise: Drawing. “The Lady in Her New Shoes”. Reading to Mila.

Our conversation is carried out in Chinese on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and in English on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. She speaks in Indonesian with her Daddy.

Some extras to add will be her once a week Chinese lesson at a nearby Chinese enrichment center (where she also gets to do art and crafts, singing, dancing and gets a feel of a classroom), our monthly trip to the Singapore Zoo (thanks to the free facility from Hubby’s working place) and our visits to various parks throughout the island.

It’s November and we conclude our N1 year with a thankful heart to God. We seek His continuous blessings and guidance as we embark on a life long journey of learning, of which the ultimate end is the knowledge of God and His glorification. The whole things are not geared towards producing a leader of tomorrow or giving any kid a head start over anyone. But we are certain there’s plenty of learning going on for the children every day, even as they play, precisely because they play.

Now, there are many great preschools and passionate early childhood educators out there, if it’s within your budget and your child thrives in the environment, that’s wonderful! But if as parents you have concerns or limitations for sending your little ones to a preschool, know that you can still support their learning in many great ways. 🙂

P. S: Are you considering doing your own ‘Preschool with Mommy’ too? If you are doing something similar, how does a day in your ‘center’ look like? I would love to hear and learn from you! Ideas and inputs from parents of preschool attending children will be valuable too! 🙂

Clockwise: Feeding a giraffe. Conquering a 'Crocodile'. Our Nature Tray.

Clockwise: Feeding a giraffe. Conquering a ‘Crocodile’. Our Nature Tray.

*For Singapore Permanent Resident, the yearly school fee estimation for N1 level is as follows:
SGD 2,400 for PCF run preschools (2 hour session)
SGD 5,000 for church run preschools (3 hour session)
SGD 15,000 – SGD 28,000 for branded preschools cum child care centers (half day/full day)