IF there’s a message I’ve learnt from the box of assorted lessons that is motherhood, it’s that it saves a lot of tears to not take yourself too seriously.
Your nearest and dearest will do that for you.
Mama, papa, bubu meri and bata Junior. Even the 10 year-old manning the trade store, in all her wisdom, will reserve no judgement when you choose to feed your toddler a dinner of cabin bisket in place of that pot kumu na kakaruk you should be cooking at home.
So, despite my frequent bouts of ‘baby-brain’, I’ve chipped away at maintaining fragments of my former self. Long walks to the confectionery aisle, karaoke rehearsals in the shower and a zillion saved links to recipes of cakes I’ll never bake.
But of all the attributes I’ve held onto, one stands out: to say what I mean and mean what I say. And, similarly, to do as I say and say as I do.