I guess of late I'm slowly morphing into a Monster Mommy (as what Meia calls me when I'm angry). I don't why this is happening so much, or should I say the Devil in me is showing up every single day. Long gone are the days when u see a very patient n loving mommy explaining things nicely to her kid. These days, you see a cane welding me, yelling at the top of my voice to her soon to turn 3 year old daughter. Yes, this isn't a very good sign. I've noticed it myself. Even though I told myself to lessen the yelling n screaming, I say with deep regret that I'm unable to control myself at times.
I never expected myself to use the cane on Meia, let alone leave deep angry red marks on her little legs. Each time I mete out a stroke in anger (I'm so ashame to say this, I made no effort to control my strength at times), hearing Meia's cries n the fear in her face, my heart just breaks! But why I'm I still causing her pain? Though I know darn well how much it would hurt her n how it would bring deep regret in me.
Meia - my firstborn. It took me so long just to conceive her, it wasn't easy, so when news of my pregnancy was confirmed, I swore to myself that I'll be the most wonderful Mother.... what happened? Memories of 3 years ago floated back to me one night after putting the kids to bed. I looked at Meia's angelic sleeping face and I suddenly hated myself so much or should I say I felt so disgusted with myself. How could I inflict so much pain on my very young daughter. She's only 3 and I expect her to behave like a 10 yr old? I shouldn't be doing this to my first born. I started to put myself in her shoes... What have I become? I'm no longer a Mother, but a monster... a terrible red eye screaming yelling monster. Here is someone who adores n loves me so much (I should say unconditional love), to her I'm her Everything! BUT look at how I've treated her.... its so sad, so sad. I ask myself time n again this question I'm I a good Mother? She's afterall going through the phase of growing up... this phase will pass, she's still a kid, I mean, how can u treat your own kid this way? I'm really cruel I think.... big sigh...
Suddenly I recalled what Michael told me one day when I exploded 'What happened to the patient gal I knew? Do u remember last time the two of u did everything together?' That remarked shook me n brought tears to my eyes... even now I feel like crying when I think about those days when I did everything with Meia. The very first time I took Meia out in my sarong, I carried her everywhere... from 4 months I carried her kangaroo style, 5th month I carried her at the hips once her spine was stronger. Everyday we would go for walks or even shopping at J8. I took the bus, train, cab. Just Meia, Me the diaper bag n my faithful sarong, we travelled Singapore. I slung her all the way till the day I delivered Max. I remembered the airport trip I made with her when I was in my 8th month. Just the two of us, but we enjoyed each other's company so much. Miss those times...
I often ask myself why can't I be like before. Meia must be thinking about that too. She must be thinking mommy doesn't love her anymore... it hurts me, but I think it hurts her more. I hate myself, really... totally disgusted....
I'm praying everyday that I won't be consumed with so much anger. I really want all the shoutings to stop.