28 months is a lovely age to be…
It is the age when Mummy is your fairy godmother who grants all your wishes 🙂
This morning, we were scrolling through my phone gallery and Little Foot saw a photo of her eating cake (from the previous weekend).
She agreed to stop being fussy about changing out of her diaper and PJs after I said I will buy her a chocolate cake.
So, fast forward to evening. Work tied me down (again!), but I was determined to complete my fairy godmother mission!
I walked really fast to the MRT station, got on the train (Aunty Lily texted to say Little Foot is waiting and keeps talking about the cake. She’s singing ‘Happy Birthday’) argh…. prayed for the train to go faster!
Dashed to the Chateraise shop, bought the cakes, walked as fast as I could home.
On the way, Aunty Lily texted again.- “We go dwn n wait for u dwnstair… dwnstair wait for u coz she screaming at home”
Extra pressure. Ahhhh….Walk faster! And don’t fall and smash the cakes!
FINALLY! Reached my void deck and there she is! Eyes wide open looking out for me.
“What is it you buy?!!”
“Is it for me?”
Ohhh my heart melted…. I made it! Phew! Happily carried her to the lift.
Happy baby got her cake and party…she was do happy to put the candles, sing the birthday song, and ate the cream and fruits.
A promise is a promise. And I’m glad I managed to keep it. Happy times… just thankful I decided to leave the office with a “whatever!”.
And before she slept,she kissed us, played and got me to read stories to her. Rare and precious mood for books!
Good day indeed… no working mothers should be deprived of this precious window of time to spend with their child.