I guess it is pretty natural that we get irritated and annoyed by our baby who wakes up in the middle of the night demanding our attention. I remember those days which I sighed upon hearing her cries while rushing back to put her back to sleep. I have been getting so used to her waking up that I completely did not realised that she has been sleeping through the night until a few weeks later.

While working on my computer, I heard a tiny mousy sound from the bedroom calling for “mama”. It surprised me for a brief moment that I could picked up that soft subtle sound the kid made. Perhaps some kind of mother and child telepathy.

And that immediately brought me back to my childhood days. I shared room with my little sister, my parents and brother slept in the next room. I slept with bright lights on, but I was still terrified when I woke up in the middle of the night. I instinctively called out for my mother whenever I woke up, that same tiny mousy sound Yauyau made, and my mother will appear seconds later to provide the security I so much needed.

I didn’t realise how sensitive a mother could be to her children’s need until I grew up much later. We lived in the rural area, and it was a big household. No one else was awoken by my frequent paging yet my mom would appear in front of me without fail.

Suddenly, I could feel the special warmth from those comfort and security she had provided for me through those timid days. Yes, only after so many years when it finally happened to me. It confuses me a little, I seem to be walking down the path I have taken when I was a kid, yet I have taken on the role of the mother holding the hand of her child. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could share all these special déjà vu moments with her while reminiscing my own childhood? I thought mom would be the best person to understand all these special feelings. Just a pity she isn’t around anymore.