28 Months

Isaac is 28 months old today and we remain amazed by his language development every day! He is now using the -ing form fairly consistently, and has begun to use pronouns and conjunctions to link his sentences. His pronunciation is also getting better — he can articulate fricatives quite accurately as well as sounds such as /ch/.

And! He’s making novel sentences all the time. Recently he told us ‘Isaac don’t want (the) air-con compressor (to) make funny sounds. Isaac don’t know what it is’. We find the second sentence quite amazing!

Also, usually at the end of his shower, Lyn would ask him ‘Are you done?’ and he did two things with this phrase. First, he began to combine it with other bits to say ‘Are you done eating purple bread?’ which is quite advanced syntax for his age! Then, he does a bit of wordplay too. He calls dandelions ‘dandana’ (the first syllable sounds like the ‘done’) and he would play with us. When we ask, are you done? He would reply cheekily, are you dandana?

We still can’t believe that he was only saying single words, and barely forty of them just four months ago!2323

Motherhood, again

Like all mothers about to welcome a second child into the family, I wonder if I’ll be able to love her equally, or build an equally special relationship with her.

Truth is, I have no real basis for comparison now. Isaac is my first and only child for now; and I am sure other mothers feel intense connections with their children too.

I don’t know how to articulate this well — I am so often reminded and surprised by the bond between Isaac and I.

Some weeks ago, I saw an article about a young boy who lost his mother and literally burst into tears. On and off, I’ll think about it, imagine Isaac being in the same situation and cry each time. Yesterday, Isaac woke up from a nightmare and cried for me and while soothing him, it struck me how utterly awful it would be if something happened I couldn’t be there to soothe him.

Then today, after coming home from work, Isaac looked at me solemnly then quietly said, don’t want mama die. Then he continued saying, don’t want mama on the fan, fall down and die. Don’t want mama pain.

I was surprised — because while I’ve been privately imagining horrible scenarios of me dying suddenly the past few days (I have a particularly vivid and morbid imagination), I haven’t shared this with Isaac. So it was startling that he was somehow worrying about this same thing.

I kissed Isaac and told him I’ll be careful and take care of myself and we went on to less morbid topics. But it struck me once again that Isaac really is a child after my own heart.

Of course, just because I have a special bond with Isaac doesn’t mean I won’t build a different, but equally special relationship with another child and many mothers have told me that they found it entirely possible that love multiplies with another child. So! I shouldn’t worry on the front.

Perhaps what I should worry about though is if there’s any prescience in Isaac’s sudden comment! I should probably avoid switching on fans for a bit!


One of my favourite parts of the day used to be in the mornings when Isaac wakes up — he would snuggle against me, half-asleep, and we would spend some quiet time together as he slowly rouses.

Unfortunately, his habits have changed. These days, he would wake right up and start the day immediately with various demands — for his purple (raisin) bread, to read a book, or to watch with red rose video. No more snuggling, he gets right to it!

So what is now my absolute favourite time instead, is late at night just before he sleeps. The lights would be off and he would chatter away beside me — sometimes for up to an hour! It’s a lovely time to catch up on the day and he’s utterly adorable. Sometimes, he would get so excited about what he’s telling me (Isaac watch Miss Nurul cooking on green chair, fall down, Isaac cry *makes crying sound*) that he would get up and repeat it a few times before plonking on the bed again. At this age, it’s a lot of repetitive thoughts which requires some interpretation given the imperfect grammar and pronunciation, but it’s also such a sweet time to learn what Isaac is thinking of!

More about raising a disobedient child another time — but related to this, Isaac is developing such a great sense of empathy! For example, he used to tease me by not wanting to say goodnight mama and I would pretend to cry. Then one night, he volunteered a goodnight mama and then said, mama don’t cry! So I have learnt to treasure the long chats at night as the perfect time for us to get to know each other and for us to shape his character 🙂