I probably gave birth to an imp with boundless energy and limitless strength who will live forever and forever.

This little being who just turned two last month almost succeeded in driving her mum (that’s me) nuts on several occasions recently. Granted, she is not the naughty naughty kind of kid. She is just super hyperactive, cannot-sit-still and needs to be on the go 24/7. This is of course driving me nuts because I am seriously not getting any younger. I need to stop and breathe after a mere 5 minutes of speed-walking, let alone running after a toddler who doesn’t seem to get tired at all even after a whole day of running, jumping, dancing and shouting. I feel like a 33 going on 80.

Did you have encounters of seeing spoilt brats on the streets who refuses to listen to their parents and just scream and shout in public places, even sitting or lying on the floor because the parents refused to buy them something they want. Did you stare at them with distaste and think to yourself what lousy parents those people are and how they can’t control their kids at all?

I am scared to death thinking it may well happen to me very soon. And in that tragic story, I’ll be the helpless mother staring at my own kid sitting and lying on the floor in a shopping mall, screaming and shouting, and everyone else who walk past me will look on with disgust.

Oh I reject that, in Jesus’ Name.

Where did all those energy come from, I always wonder. Baby Jayne never ever gets tired. She is constantly on the move, almost never walking because she only runs or slow jogs to get around. She cannot sit still on a seat for more than 1 minute, so I’ve been suspecting for a while now that there’re ants in her pants. She loves hanging around with people. When she sees someone she likes, she would go and hold the person’s hand, flash her most charming smile and follow her as she walks away, while waving bye bye to me. It’s all getting too stressful for me. What if one of them turns out to be a maniac and runs away with my baby??!!

There is of course saving grace, as always. Just when I was about to morph into a monster and scream my lungs out at her, she flashes her widest smile with the cutest dimples and squinty eyes at me. It’s hard, really hard. I suspect I have lots of internal injuries because I can’t vent my frustrations successfully all the time.

There. She’s been doing a lot of splits in public nowadays, much to the amusement of passers-by, some of whom would even stop, watch and clap for her. *I wanna faint*

Brace up, Mummy Kless! All these will end soon! The moment she turns four, it should be over! That’s just 2 years down the road, very fast!!

Positive thinking is so darn important in crazy motherhood.