PonyTales

After reading lots of parent’s blogs on their child, the development milestones and etc. It made me realised that every child is their parent’s most precious. I am carrying my own child now and the emotional rollercoaster is already overwhelming for the past 9 months.

Next, our tasks as parents will be to find a good babysitter, cause both of us are working our butts off to ensure baby have a better future. We have yet to find a suitable one.

I remembered that my father used to tell me (in a rather sorry note), that I was staying with my babysitter all the while (nite/day/weekend) until I was about 19 months old. My mom was unable to take care of me because my father is very sick that time, and she need to take care of him. I was a loud cry baby and my crying is not helping my father to recover. So, I was sent to my babysitter who stayed in the kampung near a wet market - famously known as Sentul Pasar

My father also used to said that if it is not because of my maternal grandfather urging my mom (who wanna get rid of me, she successfully did it 2 yrs ago when I got married), I could have stayed longer at my babysitter’s place, could also eventually be adopted by them. He also said that my babysitter loves me to bits, and was not ready to part with me and was crying buckets, the day my father took me home. My father took me back to visit her several times after that, so that she can spend some time with me.

Sadly now, I don’t remember how my babysitter look like but I remember she is a very cheerful granny who took very good care of me. The kampung house is full of brown paper bags and smell of homemade glue everyday because her son/DIL are in the paper bag business then. So, there I was, a city kid but raised in the humble kampung home accompanied by my ever abundant loyal pets - Duckie, chicks, Tompok the cat and Comot the lizard.

A couple of years ago, my father told me that my babysitter passed away (old age) and I did not get to see her. Now, thinking of all the possible babyhood stuff she did for me from night feeds to my first word - I sort of regret I did not pay my last respect to her. If can, I want to let her know I appreciate every little love and care she has given me. I also remember the red big juicy apple that she used to buy for me as a treat.

Hmm…I hope I can find a good babysitter for baby…soon…