Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The special parts during maternity leave!

What is your special part or feeling during your maternity leave?

Well, I don't wanna talk about how hard I have been going through during this time yet but let's me share you of the best side I appreciate...

I'm just feeling like I don't wanna go back to work after 3 months maternity leave since the feeling of being a real mom is quite awesome! Of course, I already have a son of around 3 years old but since he was born, I don't really have much time to be with him nor well take caring him..I'm stuck in working and earning money... Until my second son was born, I won't lets my mom to help me that much as my first son but I'm the one who always be next to him... It's damn tired once I need to take care them both alone so...somedays, my body is extremely exhausted and in pain but my feeling is doing quite good...coz I think this is what mom should do for their kids... I love all those hundreds times of being called to answer YES from my first son... I love when he angry someone and come to  complaint to insisting me to find justice for him lol and I love the way he kisses and hugs me with a lot of loves...Thus, the feeling of being silly in playing with him...hehehe...Though, I don't think if I also love when he is wresting with me...uchhh...it's hurt! =.=

Anther special part that I love this time and don't wanna go back to work is that... I don't need to care of how I dress...lol... Just wear the very loose suits... I don't need to wear bra nor underwears ^^*
I don't need to comb my hair if I don't want... I don care of my face... Don't need to apply powder, use lipstick nor eyesliner...especially, I don't feel ashamed of my appearance because in my kids' eyes, I know I'm the most beautiful queen, the most wonderful mom to them!!! ^^

Then, I don't wanna back to work at all...only if my family could live happily without money! Uhmmm....

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