There were times when I thought I might dedicate some of my time to come back writing on this blog again. But try it as you might, it was almost impossible to spare some time, let alone energy, to do something ‘leisure’ after work, commute, and babysit my daughter. If I can summarize what it feels to be a mother, it is that you’re already thinking about something else the same time you’re thinking about something. The interval between one thought to another is so brief and that explains how easy it is for a mother to be overwhelmed by even the most trivial stuffs around her.
It’s been more than two years since I wrote something I wish I never had to write: obituary to my beloved grandfather. They say, people come, people go. That’s true, because a couple months after grandpa passed away, I gave birth to his first great-grand daughter. Someone whose presence was enthusiastically awaited by everyone in the family, including him. Occasionally, I spent my night thinking how wonderful it could be if he had stayed a little bit longer so that he could see my daughter himself. If only he had stayed a little bit longer to be in the family-portraits, for the first time ever, because someone in his family could finally afford it. I could talk for long hours about this.
After I gave birth to my daughter, I graduated with bachelor degree from the same school I got my diploma degree from. It was probably one of the most monumental phase in my life. If it’s not because I decided to pursue my bachelor degree there, I wouldn’t move to Jakarta, begin my current career, nor live under the same roof with my husband. Thanks to my fiery, adolescent energy, that kept my persistence strong enough from the very first start to last. You know, it’s actually funny how one simple decision could deviate your life far off from the life what you thought you deserved.
