I’m Rasha, the one putting the hilariously inspiring moments of Tuna’s and Puff’s lives in print. I’m Egyptian-born, Southeast-Asia-and-New-Zealand-raised, and live in Singapore. I started this blog not only to start recording some of these precious moments of motherhood, but because I realised how important it is for me, currently a stay-at-home-mom, to have something that is simply mine.
Making friends has historically been an area fraught with uncertainty for me. They say that you carry your childhood scars with you, and I, like many of us, had my fair share of playground exclusion, unpredictable “I’m-not-your-best-friend-anymores”, and the disappointment after eagerly taking steps to befriend someone I thought was the bee’s knees only to […]
I’m sitting in a café right now, tapping away at my keyboard, fully embracing the cliché of a struggling writer punching out yet another piece of their soul while surrounded by the wafting aroma of Aceh Gayo coffee being slowly extracted, and swatting at the occasional mosquito I’ve come to accept is part of life […]
I’m not going to tell you that you’re a good mother. I won’t even tell you that you’re doing a good job. Because when I do, you’re going to think back to this morning when your toddler threw that sticky clump of oatmeal at you, and you snapped. You just snapped. She’s small. She’s frustrated. […]
Of all the questions a modern woman expects to be asked when meeting someone for the first time, “So, what does your husband do?” is not one that would’ve been on my radar. In fact, it would have grievously offended my pre-expat-wife self. What do you mean, what does my husband do? How is that relevant to who […]
We, the mama martyrs, will never admit that this is who we are. We, the mama martyrs, are terrible at accepting help. We think we are somehow lesser mothers, or not entitled to sport that badge of honour, if we don’t do everything – everything – ourselves. We, the mama martyrs, will make excuses, over and over, […]
Here I sit, between them on my bed, the toddler on my left and the baby on my right. They’re fast asleep, peacefully dreaming of the things little ones dream about. If I listen closely, I can hear their steady, soft breaths, and see their little chests rising and falling almost in unison. In this […]
If you’re a sleep-deprived mama that stays up late for no reason, I get you. No, really. I get you. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that at one point, someone has said to you: Okay, you’re sleep deprived – it’s essentially all you ever talk about, so why are you […]
I wanted to run away from my kids yesterday. Everything just kind of came crashing down all at once. There were several factors at play. Suddenly, I just felt tired. I felt alone. I felt like everything was on me, and that I had no way out. Motherhood has this way of consuming every atom capable of feeling […]
The question “where are you from?” is a difficult question to answer. “Yes, of course, sir. If your daughter is Egyptian, then your granddaughter is also Egyptian.” The immigration officer greeting us at Cairo airport warmly assured my father that neither my daughter nor I needed a visa to enter our country of origin. He […]
The universality of motherhood has a tremendous power to unite. Let me tell you a little story. Earlier today, I decided to take the girls down the road to a nearby mall. Tuna appears to have outgrown all of her clothes overnight so I needed to take her shopping. It’ll come as no surprise that […]
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