What is really enough?

A thought came to my mind when I was thinking back on what I wrote this morning. About the "dough" that was just enough. I just did my very short QT (yes, I'm guilty...trying to get back to doing QT after the last 2 years of irregular reading....) and felt that I must blog about this.

When Jesus broke the bread, it was just enough to feed the crowd. For me, my "daily bread" means having home cooked meals or packed meals from Chinatown market, with a weekend indulgence at a simple family restaurant like Jack's Place or my favourite Xiao Long Bao place at Chinatown. As for Eliza, her expenses are mainly diapers(which we have bought in bulk during a pampers sale at NTUC), milk powder (mid range type-Iain's argument is they are all the same?!) and baby wipes (only can use pigeon brand as her buttocks would turn red easily). We have just started a new bottle of baby wash after we managed to finish using the old bottle bought one and a half years ago.

My greatest weakness is clothes... I admit I have bought too many dresses and tops for her which she barely wore before they became too small. Thinking back, that was really silly.I could have use those money to save up for a short family getaway.

Remembered someone commented on a public forum about the cost of living in Singapore and having babies. His point was it would only get as expensive as you want to be. Perhaps that's very true...a lot of things depend on our level of contentment and what we want as parents.

Just today, I found out that Carrefour sold very cheap baby wipes at $3+ for 200 sheets! Wow, I couldn't resist and bought a bottle.With the hope that Eliza's buttocks can tahan now :)

And the music and art classes. Hmm, I always wonder why parents spend resources to develop their children's interest in arts but stopped them from pursuing it when it comes to tertiary education. Yes, we live in a very practical Singapore (and a very kiasu one) where one has to be best in everything and pursue the lucrative paths.

These are all common knowledge and why do I bring them up again?

Because I find that being a parent who is trying to go against the norm is tough and scary. If my own child chooses a different path in life and wants my blessings. Would I tell her that she won't have enough "dough" to survive? How much is enough, really?

To end off, a friend who is volunteering in the troubled regions of the world shared with me a thought days before he left: "It is easier to live with less than with more..." Keep this thought with you before you buy that cute pink dress for the babe :)