Gor-nyior

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my Grandson loves his mommy very, very much. He cannot get enough of her, especially when bed-time comes around. That's when he will gor-nyior her. 

For the uninitiated, gor-nyior was a term used by my mom (she's Nyonya so I'm assuming that this word is peculiar to the Nyonyas) to describe the way a tired or sleepy child would clamber all over a trusted, significant adult and rub his face against the person. It is an unashamedly uninhibited and absolutely raw demonstration of the child's longing and great need for the love and security that only this one special person can provide. I cannot find an English word to describe this. 

Let me show you what it looks like. 

Aww, isn't that sweet? Grandson finds mommy absolutely mommy-licious and he simply cannot have enough of her.

In case you ask, you can only see the back of Grandson's head because we have to respect the parents' request not to post his photos on social networks. There are also no exifs here to trace where the photos were taken. 

Hmmm, is a blog considered social networking? Especially this half-dead and obscure little blog of mine. 

The Strength of A Mother's Love

Have you ever wondered why there is nothing in the world that's comparable to the strength of a mother's love? Well, here's one very good and legitimate reason.

Mother's Day 2013

Mother's Day this year has been extra special for me.

First of all, it is 'Bee's first Mother's Day as a new mom. I don't know about her but I was overwhelmed by a wealth of emotions the first time I celebrated Mother's Day as a mother.

Secondly, today is also my first Mother's Day as a grandmother and I was privileged to receive a bouquet from the church!

A simple bouquet for a new grandmother

What a nice change it was from giving bouquets to the oldest grandmother or the mother with the most children. With those criteria the results are so predictable and we always end up with the same people "qualifying" for the gifts every year.

The third thing I am thankful for was having lunch with 'Bee, grandson, son-in-law and his parents. The significance of Mother's Day is greatly diminished without the presence of loved ones who make the day meaningful.

And fourthly, I really like the gift the church gave the mothers this year.

An umbrella is definitely more practical and less perishable than the potted plant we received last year. The poor plant did not survive long under my lack of care.