Before I became a mother myself, I had a romanticized view of motherhood. I read about how it's the most beautiful thing on earth, and then imagined it as rainbows and butterflies. I knew of course there would be difficult sleepless nights, but I believed they'd be nothing against the beauty of it all. The beauty I read about in magazines and the captions underneath photographs of mothers staring at their babies' eyes intently with a smile.

And then motherhood happened. And the realization that impromptu late night dates with my husband for some ice-cream down the street weren't that possible anymore. That a visit to the grocery store would be filled with anxiety and rushed moments before an infant cries or your boobs swell up. And the sleepless nights. And a colicky baby. Yes, a colicky baby. And then I felt as if the whole world had been lying to me all those while about how beautiful motherhood was. Motherhood wasn't rainbows and butterflies, I thought.

And it still isn't. But it's beautiful. I now understand a different meaning of beautiful. Motherhood, in its every sense, is still the hardest thing on earth. And that's the beauty of it. It makes you realize of what you're capable of. It makes you realize of what you aren't and how you'd try. It makes you realize of the lengths you'd go to. It makes you realize of your ability to put someone else before you. It makes you realize of the extra room in your heart you never knew you had. And it reminds you of your mother. Of the difficulty she endured. Of the many times you disappoint her after that and the way she still puts you first. Motherhood is many things. It's crazy.

And it's beautiful.


Happy Mother's Day.

Before Orked, my husband and I used to backpack, road trip and travel on a shoestring pretty often. So it's no surprise that our road trip now is giving beautiful reminders of our past travels and the reality that we're now parents.

Here's how I'd sum up what travelling with a toddler is like. It's carrying heavy luggages up the stairs from a basement of a budget inn realizing you're late for your check-out after having to wait for a little someone to finish a session at the loo, so you try to speed things up only to find out that a stuffed toy by the name of DJ Suki needs to walk up those flight of stairs together with slow rhythmic counts.

That, and heaps of adventures.


P/S - I'm pretty sure that gorgeous horse thinks we're crazy.

I have always been a tad too crazy about road trips ever since I can remember. Ever since I was a student, to be exact. In fact, it was during our South Australian road trip back in 2006 that I first discovered my love for photography and began combining it with my poems, leading to the birth of "Photo Poetry". It was a road trip that started my PhotoPoetry blog.

My favourite part of road trips would definitely be stopping by the road side of a really scenic route to scream in excitement with the howling (and extremely freezing) wind. I did just that yesterday and it felt amazing.

We also stayed at a supposedly haunted inn last night (which we of course just found out today), and I'm not too sure if that was ever my favourite part as a student though.

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