In my culture, we have always grown up with the idea that "it takes a village". A huge part of our early childhood always involved the many helping hands of the extended family. That's why it shocked my mom to know that so many of my Caucasian friends who have babies "do it themselves". To her, there's no other way than having everyone together, pitching in to help the new mom. This has a lot to do with the "Confinement" that takes place for 40 days post birth. The new mom has one job and one job only - to feed the baby. Everything else is undertaken by the family (mostly the women). And when I say everything, I really mean everything..
So having mom come over from Singapore when I had Mason is only normal for our culture. For her to cook every meal, pretty much tick everything off the "chores" list from laundry to vacuuming, while also occasionally waking up to help with night time diaper changes is just part of what is the expectation of our traditions.
Her selfless nature makes my life so much easier. Every morning she'd wake up and come over to greet Mason a good morning, he adores her high pitched tones when she talks to him and responds with coos and smiles.
It was a painful experience at the airport. I am so proud of my parents for being able to stand back and let me live my life, even if that life led me miles away from them. It is never easy being distanced from family.. Time doesn't make it easier. This will be my 5th year in Australia and every time I leave my family, it takes me days to come off feeling like a part of my heart jumped on a plane and left.
I miss my mother so much already.