Wife and MUM 10/2011

Sunday 27 March 2011

Today is Sunday and Irene goes to church on Sunday. 

She gets up early, Climbs up the stairs to the room where her grandson is sleeping. Checks on him to see whether he needs to be changed, fed, etc. (I really do not know what it is she checks. Nevertheless, Irene sometimes say "You naughty boy. You piss and now my dress needs to be changed")

Then she gets down stairs, fill up the kettle and boils water. She would probably wash the cloths and make breakfast. Occasionally there would be sound of breaking glass. If there is a shout "Ai ya, why so clumsy?" the chances is that her daughter has broken a plate or something. If there is no shout, only silence, the probability that Irene had drop a plate us great. (By the way , please do not report this back to her)

Then she climbs up the stairs again, and prepares to bath her grandson. (To be fair, Jade, her daughter - my daughter also lah - is alongside her mother doing what needs to be done) Then they bath Benjamin and dress him up in his best Sunday attire. After which Irene will stand back and say "Em. Handsome Boy. You look so handsome" I wonder which grandma do not see their grandson as handsome. This is what is gracious about a grandmother - all grandsons are handsome and all grand-daughters are beautiful.

Today is my second day of attending the Certificate in the Clinical Use of Hypnosis. A good course but let’s talk about Irene. Because I need to attend the course, I sent Irene to church at approximately 9am, and she stays there, attends the 11.15 am service, have her lunch at 1pm at the church canteen. Then chit chat with her friends until about 1.30 pm, get to the classroom and arranges the chairs for the choir practice. The choir practice ends at around 3.45 pm and she then waits for me to pick her after my course. I arrived at approximately 5.30pm and then we go home.

WOW! It takes patience to do all those chores. 

No 10 attribute of a great wife:  Patience.

Cheers.
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Wife and MUM 9/2011

Sunday 20 March 2011

We got back from church a while ago. It was raining like dogs and cats just some twenty minutes before we got back. The result was that all the clothes we had hang out to dry was soaking wet. Yes, twenty minutes can mean the difference between clothes dried by the sun or clothes soaked by the rain.  We will have to re-wash the clothes. 

Coincidentally, when we got home, Benjamin, our grandson started crying which means it is time to feed him. So while Irene was attending to her grandson – her daughter left for Singapore to attend to some business and left the baby with us – I collected the wet cloths back in again.

After having fed Benjamin and put him to bed, she washed some towels and went to hang them out in the sun. Yes, the rain had stopped and Mr. Sunny Sun came on back again. After hanging the towels, she took a pail from the bath room , filled it with water and started washing the backyard.

It is a wonder to me as to the reason for washing the yard. She should be having a cup of coffee and enjoying the bread on the table. After all she has not had lunch and it is now 3pm in the afternoon.

Anyway, when she had finished washing the backyard, she said “The cats did it again. They fought in the night.”

WOW!, how did she knows the cat fought last night? I distinctly remembered she did not leave the bedroom except for a short duration when she had to prepare milk for her grandson at around 4.30am. Were the cats fighting then?

No, that’s not how she knew the cats were fighting.

The cats left traces of dried urine on the floor.

I did not notice any traces and signs of dried urine. How is that Irene noticed while I don't?

Yes, noticing small details is the secret for her ability to keep the house clean, fresh and looking good after 30 years. She is outstanding and extraordinary in that she tackled all her tasks by paying attention to the smallest of details. While many scan over things and tasks, Irene inspects most things she buy with care and does her work with diligence giving importance to what she does realizing the consequence it might brings as against considering the things she do her  as trivial, unimportant or inconsequential.

I would consider her a person who is successful. Just like most successful people, in many walks of life, she understands the importance of paying attention to details. Irene is naturally committed to excellence and as a result there is very seldom a need for re-work in the things she do.

No 9 attribute of a great wife:  Paying attention to Details in whatever she does.

Ps: Come to think about it as I write this post. Did she paid as detail an attention to details when she married me?

Do you think I should ask her?

Cheers.
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Wife and MUM 8/2011

Saturday 12 March 2011

I had a training assignment in Singapore on the 8^th March, i.e. Tuesday of this week. On Saturday I was registered to attend a counseling class and Sunday was a full day with church service and choir practice. I was to travel to Singapore on Monday.

Irene usually pack all my things and all I had to do was to carry the bag and leave for the airport. Her job is to look after me and she would fuss over whether my hair is too long, is it neat, and also is it “black” enough. With age, our hair change color from black to gray and then hopefully white. However in between the transition from pure black to pure white, the in between shades of black and white cause me to appear old and tired and … (according to Irene). So she fuss over me on the day before all my training assignments ensuring my hair is given a spa treatment and a painting over (to black). Then there is the facial treatment of mask and cream and I do not know what.

So in short, she is my hair-dresser, my make-up artist, my butler, my driver to the airport or the train terminal. Off course, there is the coffee and the bread for breakfast.

Do you have a wife like that?

No 8 attribute of a great wife:  Fuss over her husband.

Cheers.
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Wife and MUM 7/2011

Saturday 04 March 2011

Yesterday, Irene visited her church choir member who had just returned the day before from one night stay in the hospital. Having Irene as a friend is a blessing as she behaves like a friend. She speaks the truth in a diplomatic manner. There is a saying that “Many a truth is spoken in jest”, but this does not align with her values. She tells her friends the facts without trying to patronize them. She is capable of balancing frankness and diplomacy in her speech which place her in the category of those blessed with good communication skills.

She visited her friend and took her for lunch and sat there talking. She didn’t do this for any special reason. The only reason she visited her friend was to just chit chat and provide support.

Irene repeats this same caring and helpful manner to the older folks. As I sit here typing out this blog posting, I hear her calling an older church member inquiring if she wants to go to church tomorrow. Two days ago, she phone this same lady and sang “Happy birthday to you…” It was her friend’s birthday and she remembers it.

There are many more incidences of her diplomacy, her warmth towards others and her ability to be helpful when others needs it. This makes her a very considerate person.

No 7 attribute of a great wife:  Considerate towards one and all.

Cheers.
See you next week.

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