Monday, October 04, 2010

sweet mom*

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It passed over 2 months since my sister had the baby. But I can’t believe it yet.
I can’t imagine such a cute nephew was in my sister.
I shouldn’t say it but my nephew looks really cute.
I think of it not because of my sister’s baby because he looks cute.
I see him once a week but I always want to see him. So I often his pictures in my camera
and cell and say “ He’s really cute. “
I got happiness and a power from him many times.
When I’m with him, my stress, anger and worries go away.
I just feel happy.
My sister is a new mom and she’s been a mom in the rest of her life.
She’s a good mom, I think.
She hasn’t enough sleep since she had a baby. But she seems like she doesn’t think
it’s hard to do it and keeps at it.
In addition she seems like she enjoys raising her baby. Needles to say, she loves
her baby vary much and she is nice to him.
And I sometimes think she became mother.
For instance when the water heater at her house was broken, she had to boil water
with the kettle and put the hot water in the baby bathtub. Then she gave her baby a bath.
Suddenly he, her baby, peed in it.
My sister washed her body with the peed water.
My nephew called U-chan tells his mother. So she talks to him, he smiles and he looks
please.
My sister’s shoulders didn’t get stiff before she had a baby.
But when I massaged her back, it got stiff.
I used to getting rubbed my back by her but on the day I gave her a massage.
Holding the baby is the same as holding a bag of rice. Yeah, it’s tough to keep doing it
everyday.
Even if she has to wash her body by him peed water, he’s sometime upset.
When he is upset, he doesn’t see her eyes.
Mom takes care of him as possible as she can anytime.
Mom is great.
Of course my nephew is really cute even if he’s upset.
My sister doesn’t work but she is much busier than me.
I want her to keep at it as possible as she can.

10 comments:

Pietro Brosio said...

Hello Ayamlin! It's nice to read that you feel happy when you are with your cute nephew!
About your questions on my post, the sculptures (the two men) are just decorations: no other meanings, I think. The house in the pictures is a private house.
I wish you a very pleasant and joyful weekend :-)

ayamlin said...

* Pietro
Hi Pietro!
Thank you for your kindness!
How're you doing tonight?
these days I've been busy at work!
Have a happy week, Pietro!

Pietro Brosio said...

Happy weekend, Ayamlin!

Marina said...

Growing up a child is the most tired and sweet thing for a woman! I think you've seen both sights from your sister's life!

ayamlin said...

* Pietro
Ciao Pietro!
Thank you Pietro!
it's wet out in tokyo.
How about in Italy?
Probably it's colder than here, right?
oh, you're not sure about here!
Ahahaha!!
here it's cold when we wear only the dress shirt.

* Marina
Hi Marina!
How've you been?
are you getting used to living in Belgium?
I wanna go over!!!
oh, I understand your meaning.
my sister can't have enough sleep. it's hard to grow her baby.
but when he smiles, she must feel incredibly happy.

Pietro Brosio said...
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Pietro Brosio said...

Hi Ayamlin! I think in Italy it's colder but the overcoat is not necessary yet!
Happy weekend :-)

Marina said...

Mothers-in-law usually have bad relations with their daughters-in-law everywhere! But I was a lucky girl to have the best mother-in-law of the world!!! That's why it hurts so much losing her...I'm trying to put her in that place of my heart which it won't make me cry and think of her like a good and sweet memory...

Pietro Brosio said...

Hello Ayamlin! I have exhibitions of my works in the art galleries but not on the magazines and on television: if you like to see some of my oil paintings in my internet page, please click (opening in a new window) here.
Have a nice day :-)

Marina said...

Thanks for your comment! You've just given me a reason to be thankful for having her around me for the last 20 years of my life! Yes, she was a gift from God for me. Thank god a piece of her is still near me: my hubby, the light of my life...