What is it about Asian mothers and their ability to create drama out of anything? Or any mother’s ability at that? Is out less a mother thing and more a woman thing? Because God knows I could. And actually, as much as I hate to admit, have done.

I’m very aware of it and try to better myself. In part, my mountain-making skills tend to come out when I’m irritable or want to be alone, so I know it’s something to work on… Something that’s not me, something not to be my immediate defence strategy. The other part of this self awareness is that I don’t want to be like my mother. Or your mother, or any mother-lover. Bruv. (Sorry, I had to. It just felt right. I hate myself for it.) Essentially, I don’t want to be that kind of person: overbearing, and crying over spilt milk.

I love my mother and actually she embodies many qualities and virtues that are praise worthy. Aspiring to be the kind of woman she is would be commendable: strong, loving, hardworking, respectful and respected. But dammit, I don’t want to flip out because someone dropped some yogurt.

Seriously, mothers everywhere: get over it. It’s not a big deal. That’s all.

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