An Unfiltered Review of My Parenting So Far
And it’s been good.
As my 4-month-old daughter’s cries fill the room from her play mat, I find myself compelled to write about her. Consider this a personal review of my journey through parenthood, a mosaic of thoughts gathered along the way.
Where to begin? Perhaps with a portrait of her. Picture a charming little Asian infant, her eyes twinkling like beans, set in a perfectly round face, complemented by the slightest, most delicate curve of her lips. In need of a visual? Imagine her as the pineapple toy from Jellycat — the likeness is uncanny, from the bean-shaped eyes to the odd hairstyle. During her tummy time, her “pineapple” tuft waves in the air playfully, reminiscent of a flag or perhaps a cockatoo sporting a cyberpunk haircut. Her fine hair, so tender to the touch, bears a hint of brown at the tips — a souvenir from her time in the womb. Presently, she’s the epitome of cuteness, but rewind two months, and you’d find her looks like Paul Frank, the tiny, big-mouthed monkey. While her sparse, curly hairs mirroring the classic hairstyle of an elderly Asian grandmother (apologies, grandma!).
Ellie, that’s her name. The origin? Well, it stems from my fascination with the post-apocalyptic, particularly zombies, influenced heavily by the countless hours immersed in video games. My belief in an impending…
