Mother Me

Every night when I tuck the boys into bed (who am I kidding? The only reason I tucked them to sleep was just so I can sleep. First. Kidding! Not.), I would try to say something good about each of them. 

To Benjamin, I'll always tell him that he's really such a sweetheart and sensible boy and sometimes he would add in, "I'm awesome too, right Mama?" Oh yes you are. 

To Jeb, I'll always tell him that I'm so thankful for him and that please be good and listen to Mama and Daddy and he'll go,"No!" 

Same DNA but totally world's apart. 

These were taken when he was around two years old.

For one, Benjamin has always been a happy and cheerful boy. He's always game for a good time and has no problems socialising with other kids and adults. Also, he's really an aunty killer too. They would all be charmed by his 'fish-ball' face and he would go in for the kill by asking for sweets and such. 

And these are him right now. Five years old and has mastered the art of selfies. 

And then we have Jeb. Whose middle name is Danger. He has no qualms on doing anything related to danger at all. He's all swords and guns and fighting. 

With Benjamin, I was a lot stricter with him in terms of discipline which I am more lax now with Jeb. Now that I admit it, are you happy husband?! 

The husband has always said that I'm being biased with the both of them and indeed, I am! But I'm turning over a new leaf okay. I punished Jeb as hard as I love him too. And it always breaks my heart that I have to go to extremes to do that. 

With both of them, I find that I try to give them the experiences I never much had when I was their age. I try to do more things with them and bring them out to more places. I guess that's what parenthood does. To make memories with your own kids that you never had. 

And I'll always tell them that they're brothers for life and they are their own little family.