The Day I Met...."the other woman"

The Day I Met..."The Other Woman"
(Confessions of a Harried Mum Part II)

I am getting old.
It is not because I know that the dreaded digits will jump in another few days.
It is not because of the pesky white hair that are sprouting all over my head.
It is not because of the wrinkles and excess flabby tissues on the body that are beginning to to go out of control.
It's official...I am old, because my son...my baby...has decided to introduce me to someone he acknowledges as his GF!


I thought that all the 'rehearsals' I had before this would prepare me for DDAY. After all, the 'special kids' have regularly been introducing me to their girlfriends or boyfriends as the first layer of screening before they take these people home to meet their mothers. Hahaha...if the person pass through me, then it is not likely that the mother at home, will object...(Note to K...please do not show me any more girls...I will only meet the girl who has your name on the marriage cert ok?!!!)


Alright...those of you who have read the earlier entries would know how I handled Zafran when he first broke the news...(panic...panic...breathe...breathe...it is not as if he is announcing that he is getting hitched!). As long as I can see that he is not mooning or lovestruck ( I would have hung him upside down)...this mother is 'cool'. He does tell me when he goes out on dates, and I can expect him to be home at the time he promised to be back...(and so far, no heart attacks for me)

Then...he wanted me to meet HER!
(Breathe....breathe...breathe...inhale...exhale).
Alamak...How?....What?...You want to bring her home?...
(Breathe...breathe...breathe...hey...hey...be cool...cool...)

That was the hardest thing I can to do (and maybe...the pain did hit hard)...My baby is growing up, and I have to accept that pretty soon, there is another woman in his life besides me. (My baby...the one I carried for nine months...my little...aiyah...do drama...!kekeke...these were the thoughts that flashed through my head).


But as I looked at him, his bated breath; his face eager to seek understanding and support, I remembered something he had earlier told me. "Don't you trust that you have raised me right?"

So...after hemming and hawing, I relented.
I got to meet HER...and I realised she was just as unnerved as I was.
(hahaha....I will write about the actual meeting which took place during the holidays another time.)

Ah....I can breathe....