Of envy and satisfaction....

Anne with her God-grandmother, Mummytok, a living angel in our lives...

Anne with her God mother, Amy, and her eldest brother, Daniel


Getting kissed by her adoring siblings....


People would probably frown at me when they hear that I envy my youngest daughter. But, well, I do envy her the luck of being born to me and my husband, and also having a very large family and additional family members who simply dote on her, something which was scarce in my growing up years as I was an only child in a broken family, and hardly had anyone to turn to.
Anne, my youngest girl is only 6 1/2, going on 7, but she is adorable, cute, knows how to wrap people around her finger (especially her doting dad) and can be a spoilt, drama queen at times.
She is born , maybe not with a gold or diamond spoon but at very least, a silver spoon.
At a glance, she has been to 2 Disney on Ice shows, and going to Universal Studios Singapore for the 2nd time this July. She has lots of nice clothes, toys and books, not just from me and her dad, but also from her grandmother, her aunt, her god mother, etc...etc.. and sometimes, my dear penpals.
Whatever she wants, she probably gets, if not from me, her mother, then she will get it from her father, her aunt, her grandmother, her godmother (who happens to be Anne's dad's ex-wife) ...etc...
I am , naturally pleased for her, but then sometimes, the twinge of being deprived, and not getting the affection and adoration my daughter take as her due, hits me. Then I wonder what went wrong in my life.
Was it something I did, or something I did not do in my previous life? Why was my growing up years so difficult, fraught with misery, stress, depression and suffering?
I do not and would never begrudge my precious girl her happiness and the ability of being pampered, spoilt and adored by all the people around her, and I do feel the satisfaction of contributing to her happiness and well being as well, but well,.... envy does rear it's head sometimes......