I had a fun visit to a friend and her baby cutie. I played with the baby, making faces and giving him toys, he looked very happy and laughed a lot. However, the minute his mom went away to boil some water, he started crying, and as soon as she came back, he's all good.
He's about eight months old and just started crawling and growing teeth. He sometimes crawled to mom and gave her a big bite. Mom had to gently put him aside and told him, even he didn't fully understand yet, it was not good to bite.
Hmm, I thought, moms are the greatest. For moms like my friend, they need to work hard to make a living, feed and clean the baby, play with him, go out and have walks with him, as well as many numerous tasks.
I never thought much about the fact that my mom is just as awesome. At the time when my sister and me were babies, she was busy as hell taking care of both of us, especially me, the troublemaker, who was refusing to eat many things. When we were teenagers, she explored ways to us to good schools, and helped us with studies. She has done so much for us.
Time flies... Now my sister, a doctor, is in her early stage of pregnancy, on her way to become a mommy. She will have a much busier life when the baby gets to this world, and I'm sure she'll be a great mom, too!
